Chapter 59

Sophie’s pov ; Jenna had learned Sanda. It was something I hadn’t expected to see, and watching her stand there, fearless was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. My mother, for all her strength and venom, was no match for her. She clutched her arm, her face twisted in pain and fury. “I am her mother!” she screamed, voice shrill and feral. “If I can’t hit her, who can? This little bitch didn’t listen to her family’s arrangement and dared to run away from marriage. I will take her back, and no one can say a word against it!” I could feel my stomach churn as the words hit me, but I was too frozen to move. My father stood a few feet away. For once, his usual bluster was gone. He had been ready to step in and help my mother, but seeing Jenna’s power, he hesitated. Cowardice overtook him as it always did when faced with real resistance. Then the lame old man—the one they wanted me to marry—hobbled forward. His yellowed teeth flashed as he spat, “Bah! Protecting her, girl? Do you want to marry