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MALLERY’S POV — I thought it was over, that my father just put that doll at the door as a sign that he knows what I have done. But when I opened the door, there laid the little yellow blanket, folded up and neatly placed in front of the door. “Why did you stop?” Jace asks, peeking over my shoulder at the little yellow blanket. His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me back into the house. “Stay right here,” he demands without looking at me and strides out. I ignore his demands, following him outside. “Where are you going?” I yell at him. I watch his muscles tense, his arms stretching out to his sides as he turns to face me while walking backwards, “I have a bastard to catch,” it’s like a swarm of bees as warriors, men and women, come running towards the woods Jace is heading for, my ner