Chapter 28
Sapplice’s Pav
I was so angry, I was so sure he could feel it from the way I chopped up my vrgriables, soring han
Manelchiskled from am
ment every now andiben. I knew Aragon was milled that fladn’t answer him about what happened today but he had
Not when he was
is the biggest fully of all
After the way he treated ane today, I wanted nothing to do with him. He made me feel like I was nothing. Since when was it a crine to go get ite crram, I wasn’t a prisoner here in why should I be treated like ouet
I sigheid for the launderdilitime and contamed my cooking, I just wanted to the wide my books.
I was almost idane wake the last dish, carefully placing a garnish on top, when the door to the kitchen opened. Two girls strolled in, deep in conversation. Their laughter filled the moon as slary completely ignored me at first.
I glanced up briefly, offering them a podne simile, lod my smile laltered when I noticed their expressions nest with dosdain. They exchanged glances, clearly sizing me up before they tinardi
Tremained quiet, fortning om my task, but I could feel their eyes burning into me. I was mel
is well aware of the bait at their Aragon and Marcel, were juitting at the far back, keeping an eye ouilings. These girls, however, seemed oblivions, or just too arroj
The bloode, the one who looked like she was used to getting her way, stepped forward first. “Are you the one making the food?” she asked,
Juodded, still starring the pot in front of me. “Yeak Lain!
Her lips curled into a morking sonde, and her frietal, abrunette with equally sharp eyes let nut a snicker. They exchanged another kinowing look like they were shuning some inside joke at any expeise.
The blinde tüheil ber head, scrutinizing or “You slamillat he the nue in charge of food. What if you poson it or something?” She raised an (ryebrow as if during our to challenge her
Tkept my moor even. ““I didn’t poison it, but you’re welcoque to clieck it yoursell if you’re worried”.
Her friend laughed, the sounddhitterand malicious. “Oh, sare schendo we inut the word of a murderer’s child?” she camned, her eyes gleaming
My hands froze und motion, the babe hovering over the pot. I could feel about tightening in my chest, but stead of letting them see it. mur almigh. I turned to face them fully, a small, defiant unile playing, om my lips
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“Wow” I said, shaking my beat in disbelief.“You’re really reading, aren’t you? You don’t even know me, and yer here you are, trying to be mean for merraon. If you don’t want to cat the duel, dienvidoe’s, Stare barall Team”
Their snug expressions wavered slightly, softhey weral exprcting our to snup back. The blonde’s fer handened as she crossed her arms trying to reginthe upper hand. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” she savered. Walking around like your belong here, like you’re worth something. when we all know what your family is”
Before Lcould respond, Marcel cleared his throat Jundly from the corner of the nuiqu
- a. The girl whipped are their bravado faltering as they noticed his cold glare. “Is there a problem?” Manel asked, his tone leaving no room for jagsense
The girls straightened up, but their arrogance was far from deflated. “We were just concerned,” the financnte muntered, trying to save face. “You never know who you can trust these days.”
Marcel’s eyes narrowed, but before he could say anything more, I decided I was done with the conversation, 1 tossed the lalle onto the counter and tumed away from them, wiping my hands my apron. “You know what?” haid, my voice tight with frustration. “I don’t have time to entertain your insecurities or whatever issues you’ve got going on. If you’re so paranoid, go make your own food.”
Iturned to Marcel, “The food is ready. I will be in my room.
Ishook my head, “No, I lost my appetite today,” and I headed upstairs
Tcould hear Aragon calling my name from the back, but I didn’t turn around. I didn’t want him or Marcel to see the tremor in my hands or the anger summering beneath my calm exterior. I needed to get out of there before I said something I’d regret or worse, let them see that their words had
gotten under my skin.
My heart was pounding, and I clenched my fists, trying to steady my breathing. Why did people always have to bring up my family? I wasn’t responsable for what my father did, but I was always the one paying the price.
“Hey, was up?” Marvel’s a voier rang out behind me, but I quickened my pace, determined to find some space where I could be alone. He caught up To me, grabibang my arm gernly. “What happened back there?” he asked, concem evident in his eyes.
I pulled away, shaking my head. “Nothing important just the usual.”
“Doesn’t look like “nothing” he said, frowning. Those girls-
“I don’t care what they think,” I cut him ofl, my voice sharper than intended. “They don’t know me. They don’t know anything. Let them choke on
iched, pisting the brider of my tone. “It’s not abonat letting moyene handle soos thing. Marcel Tin tired of people constante judging me for tlvingy 1 didn’t do 11 they want to talk, let theintalk. I’m alone canite”
(wan vold, but it was the best way. Thared that everyone be hard like helped my father kill those people.
d1www.chained whenever just for fun, host to remind not that I want a person with a choice but a person with everything to lose
