with growing dread. He’d sicced his ugly hound on Tilly and Brent. If the beast caught them, it would all be for naught.
Thetis went straight for her as soon as he returned, encircling her throat with his hand and squeezing until she heard something crunch. She bit her tongue against the pain, silently suffocating (if it could actually be called that anymore) until he deigned to toss her aside again and let her throat heal.
“So, I suppose the next step was to fly off into the sunset tomorrow and join them, was it?” he said, towering over her.
“No,” she s...
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