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“Could have asked,” Claire mumbled. She would have fought, but at least it would have been a fair fight. “Don’t you dare–” she pulled her hand away, or attempted to, though Anthony was much stronger than her. “First of all, he’s not royal. Secondly, he knows my indiscretions. I’m not giving you his name, you’ll have to kill me first.” Her eyes moved up to meet his and she attempted to stand. “Have you ever stopped to think why we are going after the Beast family? This isn’t even our fight.”

Zurie stood a few steps away from Anthony, letting him take the lead on everything. It was his sister, after all. She got little joy out of torturing the girl unless it was what he wanted, but when she mentioned she would need to be killed first, she couldn’t help the smirk on her red lips. “Watch your mouth or that can easily be arranged.” Anthony was actually the only reason Claire was alive. 

Anthony snatched her hand, gripping forcefully at the finger in attempt to pull the ring off. “Does he now and he takes you as you are? He is not a villain, that is for sure. Or unless you decided to somehow steal a room, which I do doubt. No need to hold the name back, I can figure that out on my own.” It would not be that difficult, though Anthony hardly cared much for the man she was with. Claire was who he had his eyes out for, his dear little sister that he wanted to bring back to the dark side. “I have thought about it clearly. I am not doing this for father, if that is what you are hinting at.” Never. Anthony did nothing for that drunk. Acquiring power was his dream, something he knew he could reach with the right motive. “You know,” Anthony paused, circling around so he was by Zurie’s side. “I think it would be hot to sit down and watch you do your act,” he whispered into Zurie’s ear, his hand draping around her shoulder. “You don’t have to go easy on her either, she isn’t worth it -- Or. You can lend me a hand Claire, take your pick.”

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“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying the vacation from cleaning up after him.” Or kicking the women out that he was with, whichever happened first. Claire looked the girl over, not seeing anything all that special about her. “She doesn’t look lovely. She knocked me out, Anthony! That wasn’t necessary.” 

Zurie rose a brow at the two of them, unsure how Claire was turning the story on her. “I wasn’t going to kill her. That would be a deal breaker, wouldn’t it? Besides, she wasn’t worth the effort. Are we forgetting she’s living in the palace with the royals? Look at the ring on her finger,” she narrowed her eyes at Claire, not trusting that she cared for Anthony at all. 

Anthony shifted his glance, eyes rolling as Claire protested. “She did what was necessary, how else would you have come?” He knew not in peace, his sister would have more likely fought until the end. “No, I know that. Mhm.” Zurie had made an excellent point. Taking a step forward, his eyes shifted downwards towards Claire’s hand. Without a second thought, he grabbed it and made an attempt to take the ring off. “Engaged, are you? To one of these little royals? How adorable, you think you can build a new life here. I am sure he knows of you indiscretions, maybe we will have to pay him a visit. What’s his name?”

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“No, I haven’t heard from him…I don’t really have a way of getting mail here, though. What was he going to do, send a letter to a random address?” Claire hardly thought Gaston cared enough to reach out regardless. “He was probably drunk and forgot,” she smirked. “Great. Your partner is a bitch, by the way. She could have killed me. No, I didn’t know she was pregnant, I actually haven’t seen her lately. I thought she was away?” Visiting home or something, that was where Will had been. “Wait, what did you do to her?”

“Haven’t or rather not? I see. I am sure he could have found a way. Or at least tried, father as never the smartest man around.” He was hardly intelligent at all, but Anthony didn’t dare say that out loud. “Always,” Anthony commented, laughing at the fact. She wasn’t wrong. “A bitch? She’s lovely, you just have to get to know her better. She didn’t though, did she? See --” he paused, shifting around to look over at Zurie. “You weren’t going to kill her, would you?” Moving back, Anthony settled down in a crouch. “Very pregnant. With a boy named Kieran. She isn’t. She might be leaving now, who knows. And I know did what she deserved, stabbed her. Where is the crime in that?”

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“No doubt. You’ve always seemed the most cunning. I do think it’s better to be street smart than book smart.” You could only learn so much from reading. You needed to be hands-on to really learn. “Seen much? Hm. You keep me on a tightrope. I have to filter everything through you. What would you like me to do? Say the word. I have no issue proving myself.” 

“The most determined of the group, I would begin to think. Having street smarts is what would keep you alive, not some foolish book.” He argued, finding that reading the pages would not help under certain circumstances. “Filter everything around me? Please, I hardly care for that. I cannot tell you what to do, you have to figure that out for your own. How would you like to prove yourself?”

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Zurie snorted when Claire called her psychotic, finding it funnier than anything. “Watch your mouth. You’re only alive because I wasn’t going to take away his fun,” she smirked and wrapped an arm around Anthony. 

“Dear little sister…” Claire murmured the words to herself, trying to fight the fuzziness she felt in her head. “I didn’t know you were here. IT’s not as if the palace has a little newsletter that goes around listing all the new arrivals,” she rolled her eyes. “This is quite a setup. How long have you been here, and who the hell is she?” She motioned to the girl that had captured her. 

Anthony shifted his glance between Zurie and Claire. With his lips pressed together, the male straightened himself and gave a short nod. He had wanted to have his fun, it wouldn’t have been rather fair for Zurie to dispose of his sister all alone. “Father never reached you?” He asked, finding that oddly strange. Anthony knew Gaston would have sent word, why would he leave such an important piece of information out? “Her name is not important, just know she is my partner. Now, I’ve been here for a few weeks. Keeping myself quiet for a little while except for the few attacks. I saw Elizabeth Beast, rather pregnant. Did you know that?”

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Wiping the blood against the fabric of her clothes, Anthony snapped the dagger shut and placed it back into his pocket. Watching as she scrambled forward, Anthony’s lips pulled into a small satisfied grin. “Goodbye dear Elizabeth, I do hope we meet again!” He called out, waving softly before disappearing towards the woods.

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Claire’s eyes fluttered open, her head throbbing in pain. Closing them again, she barely registered the cold of the floor beneath her before questioning it, and then hearing an unfamiliar voice speak her name. Eyes opening again, she tried to focus her vision, make the world less blurry. Blinking a few more times, she looked up, seeing the same girl who had hit her earlier, pretending to need help. “You,” she narrowed her eyes and sat up before realizing her hands were in chains. “I should have known you were psychotic. What is– Anthony?”

His head tilted to the side, eyes peering closer as Claire begun to come alive. Adverting his glance, Anthony’s eyes drew over to where Zurie stood. “Oh easy now sister. You wouldn’t want to hurt yourself,” he said. “Psychotic, now you should use your words more kindly. She is anything but, dear little sister.” Anthony circled around, admiring carefully to see if his sister was hurt. “Now you recognize me. I have been here for quite some time and there was little welcome home. Have you been busy?”

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The dagger moved further into her, stopping only when his thumb was touching her clothes. He knew it was dangerous to pull the dagger out, letting her bleed there before him -- so he did. Slowly the dagger was removed and Anthony was pushing her forward away from his reach. “See, I didn’t harm your child. You should be thanking me.”

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Ellie should have known not to trust him, but she had wrongly assumed he would have some honor. “It will be me,” she replied, swallowing. “Just me.” She was afraid of what he would do, but she wouldn’t forgive herself if she let anything happen to her family.

Anthony knew that would have been her response, she was noble enough not to give up her own family. Despite being pregnant, Anthony did agree to not harm her child. He wouldn’t, regardless of what he said moments before. Wrapping his arm around her neck, Anthony attempted to hold her still as he brought the dagger towards her shoulder. Running it against the fabric of her clothes, Anthony plunged it slowly into her. 

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“You said that you wouldn’t hurt the baby,” Ellie said, keeping her voice as level as possible. When he offered to hurt someone she loved in her place, she shook her head. She was the stupid one who didn’t have a weapon on her and who had gone willingly with him. No one else deserved to hurt for her mistakes.

“I say a lot of things, but would I even listen to myself?” He was a killer regardless, Elizabeth should have not been naive enough to believe he’d be so kind. “What will it be Elizabeth, you or your family? Time is running up, I am getting bored.”

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Ellie’s eyes widened, not liking the idea of being stabbed. She had been stabbed by Zachary once, and that was an experience she didn’t want to repeat. “No-please…” she didn’t want to beg, but she couldn’t let him stab her, especially not anywhere near the baby.

Anthony lifted his hand up, raising the dagger and drawing it down her chest. “You are begging now? Why, I did not pick you for one to beg. What do you want me to do, set you free? You know that is not possible, not now. Not unless you rather I hurt someone else you love.”

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Ellie winced when he yanked on her arm again and she stumbled a little. When he mentioned giving her a head start she glared at him. “If you let me go you’re not getting me back.” She was not very good at running, especially not while pregnant, but she would do her best to get away.

“Is that so?” Anthony paused, lips pressed together as he glanced down at the dagger. “Maybe I should give myself a little help. Where should I stab you, right in the side. The stomach? I will let you pick, show me a spot.”