Hazel looked absolutely filthy, like she had just crawled straight out of a dumpster. She was gripping a wicked-looking dagger, taking slow, deliberate steps toward Beatriz.
"Surprised, aren't you? Too bad it's not your precious Lucas coming through that door, it's me."
Beatriz instinctively shrank back against the concrete wall, her eyes locking onto the blade in Hazel's hand. She forced a look of pure terror onto her face. "Hazel, what the hell are you doing here?"
Hazel squeezed the hilt of the knife, letting out a manic, unhinged cackle. "Oh, so now you know how to be afraid? Where was all this fear when you threw me in a prison cell?"
She loomed over Beatriz, her face a hideous cocktail of smug triumph and radioactive hatred. The sheer malice made her features twist into somethin
