Chapter 4 Dinner with a Devil

Gabrielle's POV

The soup scalded the back of my hand before I even registered the pain.

I had been staring, frozen, as the ladle tilted and hot liquid poured over my knuckles and wrist.

The scream tore out of me before I could stop it.

“Ow!”

Mom was on her feet in an instant. “Gabrielle! Gods, ...

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