I slapped her. Once on each cheek.
“Keep your poison to yourself,” I spat.
She staggered slightly, one hand flying up to cradle her face. Her eyes widened, stunned and furious.
“You slapped me? Your own sister — the princess — because of a slave?” she hissed.
Her voice dripped with disbelief, the insult heavy in every syllable.
“Shut up and get out of here,” I snapped. “Useless sister.”
She stared at me, lips parted as if she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. For a moment, we both stood frozen — her disbelief clashing with my simmering rage. My patience had snapped long ago, and I wasn’t about to give her more.
“I said LEAVE!” I roared, and finally, she turned her gaze to the girl. Her eyes narrowed into deadly slits.
“I promise you this,” she whispered, voice low but laced w
