"I know what your father did to you to give you those scars," he breathed, refusing to be baited and every muscle in my body locked up tight as the smile fell from my face. "What's wrong, Twelve, as soon as something gets too real, you don't want to face it anymore?" "Go on then," I hissed. "Tell me I deserved it, that he should have done worse, that you wish he hadn't run out of time before he got a chance to start on my face." Cain's brow furrowed and I shoved him back, surprised when he actually released me and stepped away.
