Chapter 947 On Your Knees

• “Argh!” The cry burst from Kaitlyn’s throat before she could stop it. Pain flared across her cheek, hot and sudden. She folded in on herself with a stifled groan, the sound dense and miserable in the air.
• Winona’s face drained of color, then set into steel. She shouted, every syllable striking like shattered glass, “Stop—stop this, all of you! Raymond, let us go this instant—please!”
• Tears shimmered on her lashes, lending the fierce command a trembling tenderness that could break the hardest heart.