Beneath the Fox's Claws: Sent To Kill My Father's Enemy

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nk it will be physical. I never thought he'd

eat when he pract

to take a sip of water, I will tear you to shred

me locked in my room and ordered Antonio

decided to use this method? Why not the usual pain, the blows or the shouting? W

oming every single day, banging at my door, knocking, calling out to

reak. That this is the real purpose of punish

'm hu

lias. To stop him from crying, and see him laugh instead. But I can

can be taken fro

for Papa to give th

ope it'll

io steps in and stands at the entrance, arm

d get yourself cleaned,

l of a

there."

ur time, the B

, because his continuous remarks are now starti

So why are you still here, or do you want to watch me change?"

t," he mutter

o

up before Elias

eeks of pain, I stand in front of his office

back to me, hands t

A birthday party... to celebrate his survival; y

m and others. Your failure gives him

y no

er a fool or that's what h

ching him for weeks before

ing with me

e

o with him. Is he trying to put me in the spotlight? I

irthday is a trap to lure out which family was involv

one in the country trying to fin

is could

awa

still going

not being anyone's pawn to be easily

he says coolly. "Besides, we're no

are

s the

hen, make sure there's no tr

s,

served your punishment well... for not showing any

ant Elias-h

k you

to the corners like watchful ghosts, and my limbs, tho

to se

open. The scent of lavender drifts out, mixed with the warm, familiar aroma of soft blankets

here

His lashes are long and thick, dusting his cheeks like feathers. His lips-soft, slightly parted-murmur breathy sighs in rh

ppers-he must've cried himself to

at you," I

ning my hand through his hair. It's

" I w

en slowly, lashes b

e is small, sleepy

he tight knot in my ches

clinging like I might disappear again. He's all warmth an

he says in a slig

w. I'm

re sick... but you weren't, right?" he asks, looking up

er. "I just c

ft little fingers brushing aga

servation is great. I brush a thumb

" he mumbles i

holding him tighter, press

be here

will, d

t the rhythm of our breaths and

ches my attentio

in, tall and blunt as ever, holding a tray of food-steaming

s to me, and for a secon

st," he says gruffly, setting

ask without moving,

didn't, you wouldn't be out here.

about tha

even for you. Don't you care

e locked up, Liach. Starved. I couldn't do shit, Liach. I shou

tening. "Thank you, Dave.

d Elias. "He's the on

. Just turns and heads for the

you didn't get this fr

of it," I say wi

he le

again, head against my shoulder, tr

ray, bring it to my lips slowl

all the

eetest thing I'