“I’m taking Braila with me,” Slade said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. His expression was unreadable, but his clenched fists betrayed his turmoil. “I won’t let her suffer for something that isn’t her fault.”
“What about the others? Have you asked them if they accept you taking her as yours?”
“I don’t want to…”
“What about Gifford?” I cut in. “He got to her first. And seeing what’s happening, he has feelings for her and wants her for himself.” I shrug. “You want her too.” Nonchalantly.
“I know what you are doing. Stop it.”
“Stop what?!”
“Don’t look at me as if I’m the only one craving for her. You feel the same. What makes you hesitant is the idea of sharing her with the others. I can’t stand by anymore and watch her waste away in pain because of something she
