CHAPTER 13— What’s Your Name, Pup?
BALLISTER'S POV
The rays of sunlight penetrated through the window and a yawn escaped me. Slowly, I opened my eyes and the memories of last night hit me. I was so pissed at the audacity that Edith had addressed me with last night that I wanted to teach her a lesson. I rake my fingers through my hair as I shut my eyes. I knew what pain I caused her last night, I'd witnessed it first hand between my father and mother, and I shook my head repressing those memories I had locked in that box; a box I kept all things intending to forget. I wanted to break her spirit, I remember that challenging way she had looked at me last night, urging me to do my worst, like she wasn't scared of me like she was supposed to be. I wanted to break that spirit, she was under me
