Emily’s perspective:

“Oh, G*d. What the f*ck?” I sit up and shake my head in an attempt to erase the last half of my vision. I close my eyes and press my thumb and pointer finger against my lids, then wash my palm about my face, wiping away the filth of another sickening vision. Not only did I have to witness that sl*t Rose begin her work and even feel it, Vin knew I was there and seemed to enjoy it. A numbness grips my jaw and I almost vomit. “F*ck.”

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