CHAPTER 13
MARSWith my white Flaming Chariot T-shirt hanging off her body in shreds, Aurora struggled to squirm away from the hound bastard at the foot of the bed. He snatched her ankle and yanked her to the edge of the mattress, forcing himself between her legs and fondling her in places only I should touch.
“Stop!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face. Blood dripped down her throat from the large claw marks in her neck and pooled by her collarbone, her skin paling. “Please, stop! Don’t touch me!”
I roared at Mom’s r****t and tried so hard to move, but I felt glued to the spot near the door. With heavy legs and a racing heart, I clutched my chest. Aurora … he couldn’t take Aurora from me.
She screamed and kicked him, punched as hard as she could. But she wasn’t strong enough to
