in to the visceral, animalistic burn of rage, she made a deep, guttural sound in the back of her throat, then rushed at him, battering him with her fists, her blows landing heavily on his shoulders and chest. She wanted him to fight back, to lash out at her, justifying her attack, but he only held her, weathering the brunt of her assault, while doing his best to keep her from hurting herself. It made her angrier…made her want to hate him…to hurt him. Saige screamed again, louder, deeper, until the sound bled into a raw, sobbing cry and her violent fury crashed down into another shuddering, heaving storm of tears.
Unable to face him, she turned away, curling back in on herself, and found herself staring once again at the charred bodies positioned with such sadistic care against the far wall. Blinking, she was riveted by a familiar silver bracelet on the blackened corpse that sat at the far right. The bracelet had been a gift to Javier on his sixteenth birthday from his parents, who’d both died a month later in a fire at the factory where they worked.
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