Chapter 73. A Plan for Two
Ainsley
When the door slams shut behind me, the sound echoes in the hollow silence of my old bedroom.
I don’t turn around. I don’t need to. I know the sound of that lock clicking into place has sealed me in here again just like it did when I was little.
The room smells the same—like dust and old wood and the faintest hint of lavender from the candles my grandmother used to sneak to me that I still keep in the drawers. It’s suffocating. It’s familiar. And worst of all, it’s the exact same prison I’ve lived in my entire life.
Goddess, what a mess.
My face still stings from my father’s hand.
No doubt there are finger shaped marks pressed into my skin. If I wasn’t a shifter, that slap would’ve already bruised by now. I’m lucky in only that sense, I suppose.
My eyes sweep the room, catching sight of the bed I left behind when I’d been kicked out, still neatly made, the quilt my grandmother stitched for me folded at the foo
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