I stared at his tan fingers and his clean, cut nails. Those hands had wrapped around so many people's necks before squeezing the life right out of them. With a deep breath, I stepped towards him, determined to shut off my mind so I wouldn’t take any memories from him that would add to the ones that already haunted me. He took my hand in his and whispered a spell.
I was committed to this now, whether I wanted to be or not. I’d sold my soul to my father, a man no better than the devil himself.
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