“You’re not the only one who our dear father wrote to.” She clutched a letter in her fist, holding it up for us to see. “He’s threatened me.” “Don’t be absurd.” Thomas’s light tone did not match the fearful look in his eyes. I imagined another stone falling from the avalanche his father had started. “You underestimate our father.” A tear slid down Daciana’s cheek. “If you do not agree to his terms, I will be married to that old, rotten friend of his immediately.” I glanced between them, noticing the remaining color drain from Thomas’s face. “Who?” he asked, his voice already laced with dread.
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