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It’dneverbe enough.

My little taste of the forbidden.

I stared into her eyes as she gently worked the shampoo in and rinsed my head.

She was my stepsister.

No,ourstepsister.

At least my father did this one thing right before he died. “Fuck, I missed this.”

She met my gaze, sinking back down off her toes. “Me, too.”

“We're never going back there,” I said as desperation rose. “Not to our home or our life. Everything will be new from now on, you, me…us.”

“I’m sorry about Creed.”

I winced and looked away. “I’m not. He did it to himself.”

“Will you tell me what happened?”

I stiffened and thought about lying to her, or telling her I didn’t know. But there were too many lies and half-truths. I didn’t want that between us. “Elle killed him right in front of me.”

“My m-mom?”

Fuck, I hated the tremble in her voice. That sting. That…betrayal all over again.“Yeah, your mom.”

“When?” Her breathing deepened.

I met her stare, scowling. “When they took you.”

She was silent, thinking. “She ran, didn’t she? She was running.”

“Yeah, she ran.”

Ryth lifted her hand and cupped her cheek. “She was breathless when I saw her, panicked, her eyes wide. Then she hit me.”

“Shehityou?” I grew cold.

There was a nod and she met my stare. “Then she let them take me. They told me…” she looked away. “Never mind.”

But I wasn’t about to let this go. I captured her chin and turned her face toward me. “Tell me.”

With a glint of fear in her stare, she answered. “They told me that my father wasn’t my father.”

Her innocence will be the very thing that makes her perfect for them. I need her perfect, because I’m backed into a corner, and I’m holding her out in front of me, hoping they’ll take her instead.

Those fucking words roared back to me. Words that made me sick to my stomach. Words I wanted to beat with bloody fists from my mind. But I couldn’t, because I knew the woman who'd written them.

Give her up.Elle’s voice filled me, chilling me to the bone.She’s as good as dead anyway.

She’s as good as dead…

As good as dead…

As good as—

“He’s your father, Ryth.”

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