*The Next Day*
Valerie’s POV:
I wasn’t done. I was going to make sure every single person associated with this mess felt exactly what I was feeling.
The Betrayal.
The lies.
The Pain.
Everything.
The scent of roses and lies choked the air. I stood at the edge of my vanity, fingers curled around the edge hard enough to snap the wood. My reflection stared back—painted lips, perfect curls, and venom simmering behind my eyes.
And that girl. That sneaky little shadow with doe eyes and trembling hands. Thalia.
She’d regret ever coming here.
Not even the crushed lavender oil I dabbed on my wrists could calm the fury burning in my chest. I didn't need a seer to tell me what to do.
I yanked the silver-trimmed cloak off the hook and stormed out. My heels clacked against the stone
