“Read it, damn it Etain. Read the damn letter.”
“No!”
It was the same fight they had been having every month for ten years. Zigor’s attempts to try and make Etain see the good in herself.
“You will read it,” grabbing her wrists he threw her backwards against the wall. “Damn it girl, how many times do we have to go through this?” They had been
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