It could only mean one thing—that her foster daughter was both a whore and a murderer! When Sheila confronted her about it, it was five in the morning. Michelle shrugged her off. Their doors stood open, and placards with big letters indicated the section assigned to each. Wood. ’ Melusine caught the fellow eyeing her with resentment and beckoned as she called out to him. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge. Sebastian physically restrained her as she hit and scratched at him, trying to touch her mother who went swiftly into her death throes. “Who decorated the school like this?” She asked, peering up at the multicolored banners that hung everywhere.
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