Twelve

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I found Josephine talking with my brother this morning. The youngest one. Aiden grabbed her hand with so much force once he saw me step into the dining room where they were talking. Josephine's body stiffened as she slowly turned around to look at me.

I felt her unspoken words. I always do. Always.

I asked her if Aiden was hurting her. Poor soul, she was too terrified to argue in front of a powerful vampire like him, so she shook her head numbly instead.

After that, all I know is that I saw red. I felt scared, used and angry. I also felt disrespected. In my own house. My territory. Referring to both the house and the girl.

My father had to rip Aiden out of my strong grip. I wanted him to leave us alone. Both of them. All I wanted was to be left here with my Josephine.

That's all I ever want, really. It's unnecessary to hold me down.

Cillian Milford,
May 30, 1853

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