Ice Queen's Vengeance

stark, privat

ntiseptic burn

onstrous, dull ache

my bedside, his face etched

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oarse whisper, "Grandma

d in my chest at the way

alse smile plastered on her face. Or maybe her voice ju

o terribly sorry t

e was li

ad a massive heart

o

as just too much f

lted. My bre

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ible, even if I couldn'

pletely shattered, you'd obviously miss the O

ere like ha

te graphic, really. She got so agitated, clutching

be

t, then s

oat. Devastation, absolute a

king cough that brought up a fl

comfort me, his hands flutter

e of grief. "Oh dear, should I find a docto

fueled by grief and pure, una

y hands outstretched,

eamed in protest, an ex

fingers closing

y. He grabbed me, yank

heavy water pitcher f

ud agains

eyes. Blood, warm and wet

of fury. "Faking your grief to attack Tiffany! Your leg be

wn my face, mixin

r!" I sobbed, my voice br

se was chillin

he was living on borrowed time, thanks to my family's char

arm, who looked triumphant, a

azed, broken, but a cold, hard resolve b

my phone, my f

aled

whispered, my voice trembling but fi