Their Lamb Becomes The Storm

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ty. The reflection in the vanity mirror showed a stranger-a pale girl with wide, haunted eyes and a

ching the girl in the mirror fall apart. Then, through the haze of pain, a voice whispered in my head. It sounded like my father. An

rphanage, he saw a chance to create a dynasty of loyalty. He brought them home, educated them, and named them my guardians, my "brothers." Julian, the leader, was to

e one they all treated like a delicate porcelain doll. The

orate play with me as the unwitting au

my new life was simple. I picked it up, my hand no longer shaking, an

eady and cold. "It's Scarlett O'Hara

Miss O'Har

pplementary credit cards. All

the other end. "May I ask

mile touching my lips, "is that

. I knew who it was before I opened it. Lily stood

dripping with fake concern. "Julian was so wo

through me. I had to physically clench my stomach to keep from

aid, my tone fl

gesture of sisterly comfort. "You kno

her hand were a hot

the mask slipped. I saw a flash of raw anger in her eyes, a flicker of hatred so intense it

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