MALLERY’S POV
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I never regretted anything in my life, because it’s how I got strong. It’s how I learned how to survive and it’s how I learned how to kill. I trust my instincts, my thoughts and my heart. I trust myself and I would never rethink something, I would never wish that I didn’t kill my father or the sister I never knew. I know I had a reason, I know I had to do it, but standing in the kitchen while Jace’s mother makes breakfast while talking about me like I’m not here and Jace’s father listens, glancing at me with a pity look and Jace glares at his mother, waiting for her to be done, I wish I didn’t stop him. “Madison,” Jace’s father warns his mate, silently pleading for her to stop. “What Julian? That girl is going to kill our boy,” she states, her face scrunched up in disgust
