Jesse felt the colour drain from her face. There was only one person who had seen her leave, one person. She was still young, innocent. She was meant to have locked the door and gone back to bed. She couldn’t have followed her here, she wouldn’t have, not after all the talk about her being afraid of the dark. Would she?
No, push the worry aside, hold on to the rage, she reminded herself, but it was getting more difficult. She had seen the way Alec had looked at her, she had seen his pain, the way his own soul died slightly as her father’s voice commanded him.
There it was, the rage, Alec was suffering, too, because of the monster before her, because of her father. He had lost his life, his freedom, to her father’s whims. Her anger was for him, she needed to hold on to it, the way her fat
