Chapter 47 -Mark Of Shame
- He looked angry when he held my hand and registered what I was going to do.
- "Not this time, Cynthia!" he grunted under his clenched jaw, "you wanted to be a whore of the Rogues? I’m going to make you that right now," he mumbled with determination, making me worried about his plans.
- "What---ouch!" I tried to speak, but his grasp against my wrist silenced me before I mustered the strength to speak again.