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“Tell me that you destroyed that thing,” Gia demanded, coming into the compound without any other greeting. “Tell me you had it and that you burnt it, Elijah, tell me every single splinter of white oak is gone.”
Because she’d heard otherwise.
And she couldn’t believe- wouldn’t believe- that he would keep a single piece of that thing in this world. Knowing it could kill him. Kill his worthless brother and his slightly less worthless brothers, and his sister, all of whom he loved so much. At the very least, she had to believe his care for them would mean he had done what he should have done and destroyed it.
“Tell me it’s gone.”












