Chapter 68

Brielle was raised by two men who sat on opposite poles. One had taught her how to love. The other taught her how to hate. Keith had shared the spirit of adventure, the yearning for the unknown, the knowledge. He'd spent his free time teaching her how to interpret the dead languages, so there was no shortage of books she could read. He'd set aside his precious waking hours so she could have a good night's sleep of her own. Vincent imparted nothing but pain. The whipping, the taunting, the...