The Cost of Truth
Language: en
"You’re nothing but a feral little stray dragged out of the borderlands. You don’t possess a fraction of Jessica’s grace. Get off my ranch!" That was the last thing I heard in my previous life, right before my own parents locked the gates of the Holloway Estate and left me to freeze to death in the howling teeth of a northern winter blizzard. I died with a chest full of ice and a heart black with rot. But then I woke up. I was standing right back at the wrought-iron gates of the ranch, on the very day I first arrived. Only this time, I didn’t come back alone. I brought back the…