Lacy's POV
"Did you just call me a slut?" I say to her, noticing she doesn't seem remorseful.
She thrashes in my hold, trying to pry my fingers off her hair, but I don't budge. "Let me go," she hisses, but I can see fear in her eyes.
The fear I see in her eyes should be satisfying, but it's not. After everything I've endured in this godforsaken house. The whispers, the sneers, the way they look at me like I'm not worth living just because I am a human.
I am tired of it all, what did I ever do to them? I didn't force Vincent to choose me? So why am I being called a slut?
I tug harder, forcing her to meet my gaze. "I asked you a question."
Her lips curl, and despite the pain I know she's feeling, she spits out, "Slut, I called you a slut."
I see red. My fingers twitch, itching to sla
