Thirty-Two

Sally's POV

Grandpa looked very angry. I could tell that I didn't know who the man in front of me was anymore. He was so blinded by rage that he forgot that I was his niece.

He also forgot that I was the one who should be angry, cry, and most of all comforted because it was my parents who died. He should have been there and helped me through it, not hurt me more.

I saw a few more of my grandfather's men in the room and very few women present. I wasn't sure what would happen, but I knew it would be bad when I saw the sharp bamboo stick and the inkwell next to it.

My grandfather took a bamboo stick and dipped the tip in black ink. Midway through the process, his lips moved in an almost frightening delirium, chanting something about Raven being the cloak of the night.

And that was all I could grasp until I felt my shoulder throbbing in the most intense pain I had ever felt.

I yelled for my grandfather to stop, I asked him for forgiveness even though I wasn't sure what I did wrong.

"No! N