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"She's a liability," Jace growled in the study, not knowing I heard every word. "She'll get us killed." He was right, but not how he thought. Men in black suits stormed the mansion that night, gu//ns raised. My brothers, hardened and fierce, formed a wall. To protect me. In the chaos, a gu//nman cornered me. "The little mouse," he grinned. I didn't cower. Memories of a different violence surged. "You know," I said, my voice eerily calm, "my old m0m's boyfriend had a quicker draw." Before he blinked, I disarmed him, using moves born from survival. The room fell silent, my brothers staring at the weapon now in my hand. Andrei was the first to speak. "Who are you?" I smiled. "The liability who just saved your lives." Chapter 1 Aurora's POV The belt hits my back again. I bite back my tears as they threaten to spill. I don't cry. Not anymore. I've learned that crying makes it worse. So I bite the inside of my cheek, focus on the cracks in the kitchen floor, and wait for it to be over. "You worthless little br//@t," M0m spits. "Always late. Always slow. Is it that hard to put some f-///cking breakfast on the table!" "We come down expecting breakfast to be ready," says her boyfriend. I can't remember which one. Finally when they think they've done enough, they leave, tripping over themselves. I sigh. I pull my hoodie over my head. It's old, frayed, two sizes too big. But it hides the bruises. And that's all I care about. By the time I step outside, the sun is already up. It's warm, but I still shiver. Not from the cold. From everything else. School is just as much of a h311 as home is. If you can call that prison a home. The moment I step into the hallway, I hear her voice. "Well, well. Look who decided to show her face." Tiffany. Pretty. Perfect. Cruel. Her glossy lips curve into a smirk as she eyes me from head to toe. I lower my head. Keep walking. Just keep walking. Behind her are her minions—Mia, Bree, and Summer. Pure plastic. "You still wearing that garbage hoodie?
