CAROLINE
You're getting married.
Married.
Married.
Usually, I didn't defy my father; I knew I had too much to lose. No, my favorite weapon was sarcasm, a subtle yet efficient way to let him know how much I hated and despised him without, however, openly protesting against his decisions.
He loved having control over me, especially because he knew how much it suffocated me, how much I loathed it — it had always been like this, and yet ...
This wasn't something I could tolerate.
I felt my magic, the fire in my veins, awaken and dance under my skin as my claws and fangs stretched - every fiber of my body rebelled against that last affront, that last torture.
And I blurted out.
"Are you f*****g serious? Or are you just short of a marble?" I hissed, rising and gripping the wood of the
