[Carolina barely contains her temper, barely checks it, even as she grips the counter in grip that could likely break off a piece of it.]
I was supposed to be killed by Maine. [Every word is the beginning of a low growl.
But she should have expected that no one would be relieved to find her alive. York hadn't looked for her, her father hadn't looked for her, and now South. Figured.]
He still has time. [Even though she wants to call him a traitor.]
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I was supposed to be killed by Maine. [Every word is the beginning of a low growl.
But she should have expected that no one would be relieved to find her alive. York hadn't looked for her, her father hadn't looked for her, and now South. Figured.]
He still has time. [Even though she wants to call him a traitor.]