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Trevor’s words hurt more than any silver weapon ever could.

I stopped in my tracks as he closed his mouth, shifting the hatred from his words to his eyes.

I couldn’t believe he could hate me this deeply… as deeply as he once loved me as his sister.

“Trevor…” I reached out, intending to touch him. But fear of rejection haunted me, and I pulled back. “I hope you didn’t mean what you just said,” I finally said.

Trevor said nothing and turned to leave. I waited until he got into his car, hoping he would look back at me once more, so I could be sure that some...