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And it’s all my fault

The guilt is like a shroud, wrapping around and around and around lance at Sebastian, eacharound my face Soon it will smother me

I wanted to stay with Sebastian, but Papa snapped at o home

There I found Dante and Nero strapping on bulletproof vests and auns in the house

“Where are you going?” I ask them nervously

“We’re going to kill Callum Griffin, obviously,” Nero says “Maybe the rest of his family, too I haven’t decided yet”

“You can’t hurt Nessa,” I say quickly “She didn’t do anything wrong”

Neither did Riona, but I don’t have the same sense of charity toward her

“Maybe I’ll just break her knee, then,” Nero says carelessly

“We’re not doing anything to Nessa,” Dante growls “This is between us and Callum”

By the time they’re ready to leave, they look like a cross between Raer in Predator

“Let

“No fucking way,” Nero says

“Come on!” I shout “I’m part of this faet away, remember?”