“I won’t betray him.” “You have no choice,” my father snarled, his hand wrapping around my throat. I gasped, kicking, clawing, struggling. “You’re already betraying them all.” His fingers tightened, and my lungs burned, my vision spotted. I clawed at his wrist, but he wouldn’t let go. “Keep your secrets,” he sneered, “and they will die with you. Or embrace who you were always meant to be…” His grip squeezed, his breath hot against my ear. “And I will spare them.”
