Wicker, with his attractiveness and ability to charm, was always too valuable to scar–physically, at least. Pace’s calculated intelligence, his endurance for isolation and affinity for torture, made him Father’s perfect tool. But me? I’m just a mechanic of working parts, and someone has to take the punishments we’re due. Someone who can pay the debts. Someone who knows how to hurt but hide it. Someone who can be ugly.
