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Ross's P.O.V

"Sh-Shelby, I promise I n-never mean-nt to..." I stuttered.

"I don't care of you meant to or not, my whole plan was foiled!" she spat.

"What plan?"

"Don't think I'll tell you that now."

"Kill me if you have to."

Shelby bit her lip. She shook her head. "No, I won't do that," she said.

"Why?"

"The blade of my sword is only to be used on her."

"Who?"

"No. Just... don't worry about it. I won't kill you, but you will still be punished."

She spaced out of a second. Her eyes closed and her arm began to glow. The part of my arm Shelby's been gripping so tightly began to burn slightly. Slowlt, it began to hurt more. I tried to pull away, but her hold was too strong. She smiled, obviously sensing my struggle. Eventually, her eyes snapped open and she let go of my arm. It was red and hurt horribly. There was a small hole there. I bit my lip, trying not to scream. "Ow..." I said quietly.

"I could never bring myself to kill you, Ross. After all, we are family. But... I won't hesitate to hurt you still if you do wrong. Upset me. Disobey me. So keep that in mind next time, yeah?"

"Sure..."

"Good. Now, I'll take you back now."

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