They got bolder. One of them finally caught me alone, cornering me in a pitch-black alley. It ended when Victor came out of nowhere, pulling me back from the edge.
Now, I clung to the fabric of his pants, my fingers tightening like a lifeline. "Victor, please don’t leave me. They’ll tear me apart—"
He sneered, yanking his leg away. "Oh, spare me. You look thrilled to me." His voice dripped venom. "Faith, since you love this so much, why don’t you get your fill? If she wants to play, then take her outside. Don’t dirty the Whyttons’ floors."
This time, Victor didn’t stand for me. He threw insulting words and walked away without looking back.
I lifted my head, staring at the Whyttons’ estate, glowing brightly against the night—yet all I felt was an endless, suffocating darkness.
Behind me, pained screams echoed, but Abigail couldn’t quite hide the satisfied curve of her lips. "Good thing you never married Faith, brother. That would’ve been humiliating!"
"Abby, don’t be rude. Faith is still your sister-in-law! And what’s so humiliating? She was just acting. I’ll deal with her when we get home. Come on, let’s get your wounds treated first."