BRAN
"Please, no."
"Don't make me repeat myself, child."
"Oh, gods, no. I don't want to kill them."
"You will."
"Please don't make me do this."
"If you want her to live another day, you will stop making me repeat myself, walk out of this room now and go do what I asked you to do."
There was silence except for the distinct sound of her restricted sobs, her heart aching from the burden she was being forced to carry, aching from the knowledge of what she was about to do.
She loved her mother too much to let anything happen to her. And if losing Maria's soul was the price she had to pay to keep her mother alive, then so be it, Maria thought, making up her mind to do what this man who called himself her father was forcing her to do.
"That's my girl," he crooned, his
