Chapter 29 Dealing With Alora In Hanson's Absence

• "Please, let go of me, Molitta!" Alora screamed, writhing in agony under the painful grip of her furious cousin. "Why do you despise me so?"
• "Despise you?" Molitta chuckled darkly, her voice dripping with malice.
• "Despise you?" she repeated, gripping Alora's long, black hair tighter. "I don't despise you, Alora. No, that's too light a word." She leaned closer, her hot breath brushing Alora's ear. "I *loathe* you. I will make your life a living hell."