Gaven
Grace doesn't flinch when she says it, and I almost find it comical. Almost.
"I have come for what is mine."
The words echo through the hall, bold and delusional, and for a heartbeat, I simply stare at her. This woman, who walked into my territory like she still owned something here. It is ridiculous.
The laugh bubbles in my chest, but it comes out sharp and humorless.
"What exactly is that?" I ask.
Grace's face pales for only a moment before she wipes the shocked expression from her face. Her chin lifts. Her eyes narrow. "You."
The hall is silent except for Fern's gasp beside me. After everything, she still thinks that I will choose her worthless sister over her. It stirs anger within me.
The sound that leaves my chest isn't a laugh this time. It's a growl.
