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another finger on ye, if I have anythin’ to do with it,” I insisted.

She smiled up at me and revealed plump and pink lips, perfect teeth. No wonder the men had wanted her. She was quite beautiful, even with the grime and grit of her person. The Veits, who had thrown the woman in with the other prisoners, had known the fate to which they were subjecting her—rape. Such just showed their level of compassion or lack thereof.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Morse,” I answered.

“Morse, it’s a pleasure to meet you and thank you, again.” Then she took a breath. “My name… is Jolie.”

~

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SNOW

ONE

Neva

Air escapes me in an undignified wheeze as I hit the unfinished hardwood floor, and I curl onto my side to minimize the pain of what’s coming next.

The toe of Darius’ boot catches me in the ribs, just below my sternum, where he knows the bruises won’t show. Bruises don’t make money. And that’s what Darius is after. Even so, no man who’s entered the Wicked Lyre Tavern has ever had the chance to get a good look at my tits. No one except Darius, that is.

But that’s the price of sharing the attic space above the tavern with him. I’m given three meals a day, and a hit of the only thing that makes living in this miserable place remotely tolerable.

The force of his kick flips me onto my back and I turn my head sharply to the side, hiding my face behind the sable fall of my hair. I’m not giving him the satisfaction of seeing the tears that squeeze from the corners of my eyes.

“I said get up, slag. Are you deaf as well as stupid?”

I choke on my response, producing only a few inarticulate coughs instead of an answer. I do manage to prop myself up on one elbow, peeking up from beneath a fringe of hair to ascertain just how pissed he is. He wakes me like this most mornings, and I have to say, I prefer it to the mornings when he tries a gentler approach. Namely, when he prods me awake with his cock and demands I satisfy him. Somehow, the beatings seem a little more dignified.

“Maybe, if you hadn’t kept me up all night,” I grumble under my breath, crawling onto all fours. I keep my voice low, though. I’m sore enough as it is. Besides, push Darius too hard and he’ll decide to teach me a lesson. One I don’t want to learn.

“What was that, slag?” he demands.

Yes. Definitely pissed. I’m not sure what I’ve done to earn his ire this early in the morning, but it doesn’t bode well for the rest of the day.

I manage to get my shaking legs beneath me and climb to my feet, leaning against the opposite wall for balance. I hug the wall, feeling like the most wretched creature in the entire city of Ascor. I doubt there’s a soul between here and the Forest of No Return that feels as shitty as I do at the moment.

When I manage to stop shaking, I turn in a slow half-circle to face the man who’s both my tormentor and my savior. Darius leans against the vanity, careful not to disrupt the glass bottles and creams on its surface.

He watches me struggle, a cruel glint of amusement in his dark eyes. I wish he didn’t look so much like his father. It makes it harder for me to hate him as much as I should.

Gregory was the only man who ever showed me an ounce of kindness, and it chafes me that this little bastard wears Gregory’s face. It’s not an especially handsome countenance: too boxy to be traditionally handsome, the eyes too deep-set and