“When do we get to kill Violet Sorrengail?” a guy toward the back asks. My blood turns to ice. The murmur of assent among the group sends a jolt of terror down my spine. “Yeah, Xaden,” Imogen says sweetly, lifting her pale green eyes to him. “When do we get to finally have our revenge?” He turns just enough for me to see his profile and the scar that crosses his face as he narrows his eyes at Imogen. “I told you already, the youngest Sorrengail is mine, and I’ll handle her when the time is right.” He’ll…handle me? My muscles thaw with the heat of indignation. I’m not some inconvenience to be
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