Bruises on her neck

Before Allie could hit Bryce and free herself from his grip, he backed away at their father's command.

"That is enough, Bryce."

Allie's breathing was labored. She glared at Bryce and, without a second thought, slapped him hard. Bryce's shoulders shook as he laughed after the slap, while Allie's body trembled with anger.

"That is the last time I'm allowing you to lay a finger on me. Because next time, I won't be so kind," she said, her voice firm and hoarse.

Bryce smirked at Allie. "What will you do next time, huh? Slap me twice? Thrice? It seems like my dainty dove has grown feisty. It makes me curious what else you could do to me if I push your buttons, my sweet sister. I must say, you've made all of this interesting."

Allie picked up her bag and gave the four of them a look that said that this was not over. Without saying a word, she stormed out of the room and headed straight for the doors of the mansion.