Ariel caressed her cheeks that stung like hell. The metallic tang of blood filled her mouth, and she resisted the urge to spit it in the head cook's face. It would earn her another slap and while she prided in her perseverance, it was not an excellent idea.
She stomped across the dark marbled floors of the mansion, thinking of several creative ways she could poison both Damien and the head maid. Though, it would be pretty obvious if she used poison. They would trace it back to her. She thought about grinding glass as an ingredient in their food and decided against it. They would definitely trace the deaths back to her.
They already thought she was something she wasn't. It would not be hard to pin it all on her.
Stupid mansion. Stupid head maid. Stupid Alpha. She thought.
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