WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN MENTION OR BRIEF DESCRIPTIONS OF SENSITIVE TOPICS SUCH AS ASSAULT.
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VALEN’S POV
“Bethany,” I called out, trying my best to keep calm. My sister had remained silent and still during my and Erik’s initial interaction. Even after I called her name, there was no reaction from her.
Something wasn’t right.
I took a step toward her.
“Ah ah!” Erik tsked, placing a hand on Bethany’s shoulder.
I stopped. His relaxed grin hadn't slipped, but there was no mistaking the threat in his voice.
“I’m not sure I like being ignored by you, Linus,” Erik said. “I went through all this trouble of setting the stage for your demise, and all you’re worried about is our Bethy. I’m a little hurt.”
It was very difficult to hold on to my conviction not to kill Erik Orian the moment I laid eyes on him. My skin ached with the desire to shift and rip his f*cking throat out.
“Is that what you think is going to happen? That I’m going to die?”