20. The Forgotten Gray
20 The Forgotten Gray She looked just as she had before. Perfect dark curls kissed her porcelain skin. Her white dress and heels were unmarked by the dirt that surrounded them. “Where are Connor and Claire?” Jacob asked, pressing Emilia into the wall behind him, shielding her from the Hag's view. “Don’t worry,” the Hag laughed, her red painted mouth curving into a grin, “if I’d wanted them dead, they wouldn’t have made it past the trapdoor. If I had wanted you dead, I would have told you to jump off the wrong cliff. Or let you die on the dock in Newport. You’re welcome for that, by the way.” “If you don’t want to hurt us, why are you here?” Emilia asked, trying to push Jacob aside. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to hurt you,” the Hag said. “Pain is inevitable. Hurt can be the only way t
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