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"Now you have no evidence," Silverwood’s voice was like ice, "and now," he advanced on me, I tried to move, but shock kept my feet rooted to the ground, "you will be mine."
"Or what?" Apparently, my voice still worked.
"Or I will destroy you."
"Honestly, Silverwood, at this point, death might be a relief."
Tears streamed silently down my face, it was as if a faucet had turned on behind my eyes. There was no tension, no force, the tears just flowed like water.
"Oh, my dear, Phoenix, you misunderstood me,” the stiff bark crinkled and peeled a little at the edges of his birch-covered mouth, “when I say ‘I will destroy you,’ that does not mean your death."
"Then what does it mean, Silverwood?"
“It means I will tear apart, limb from limb, everyone you love," he loomed over me, I cou
