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*Rafe* Pain. Pain is the only thing binding me to reality. Pain–and my Ainslee. I know she needs me, and for that reason alone, I cannot surrender myself to the dark void. I distantly hear the metallic scrape of my cell door opening. I wonder if Kris has come back to finish the job. Instead, a cool hand rests on my forehead, fingers moving up into my bloody hair. “Ainslee?” I ask. It’s little more than a breath, but the fingers tighten viciously. “You, your little she-b***h is being taken care of,” Riley sniffs. “King Kris is going to kill her and make me his queen, as I always should have been.” I groan and lay helpless in my own blood. Riley lets go of my hair. I don’t know what she does with the blood she found there, but she does say, “Ew, gross.” I don’t answer. I can’t muster