JUNE THIRD
"Have you read the Harry Potter books?" Master asked me from the edge of the bed, holding a box of books.
I shook my head, my gaze fixed on the ring around my bandaged finger.
Duncan had also held a gun to my head, but it was different from his father's. Today, I saw the difference in their eyes. Duncan did it because he was terrified of losing me, but Master didn't care about the outcome. He would have pulled the trigger if Duncan had taken another step.
Who is the real devil between the Father and son?
"I will read it to you," I heard him say, and I nodded again. "Come on, smile for me."
My head raised, and I forced a blank smile.
He heaved and set the books aside, scooting over. I backed away immediately, curling against the headboard.
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