It's afternoon now. Elizabeth left the room, her chin in the air, hiding her feelings. Wait; who's in the drawing room? Only Father and Anne. She tried to pull away but he held her as if in a vice, his mouth tautening on her skin, locking her to him while her energy flowed away with her blood.
So the moment he set upon me, my control vanished. I hope you aren't sorry. Not trying to protect him? It was like a gale rattling though her, the sudden intensity she felt. You are not my daughter.
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