Walking closer to me she placed her hand under my chin forcing me to look into her eyes as she spat "that's no way to greet your younger sister" turning away from her "I have no sister she was lost the night she joined our uncle" before I knew it I felt a sharp pain on my left cheek "you have no idea what I've had to go through here" huffing "no I don't but I've felt the passion you went through every time, I know more than most people and I wanted to help Luther get his mate back but now I don't know if that possible" her eyes shot open when I mentioned Luther, it ask clicked into place. She cried her teeth "don't try to help me, I don't want it" she grabbed a whip from outside the cell.
Drawing back the whip she launched it forward when the pain didn't shoot through my body there was a
