I adjusted my cloak. “I am no longer Lady Abigail of House MacMayer. That girl? She died.”
Lightning flickered across my wrist—just enough to remind them of exactly who they were dealing with.
“I am Abby. I am the unbothered, unhinged, possibly divine villainess of your worst nightmares. And you?” I smirked. “You’re just another footnote in my glow-up saga.”
Alana sniffled. Algebra looked like he wanted to faint. Father opened his mouth again—
I raised one brow.
“And if you ever try to use my name, power, or story again, I’ll come back. Not as your daughter. But as your karma.”
They flinched.
I turned to leave, sweeping up my little box like a queen with nothing to prove. At the door, I paused.
“Oh, and Father?”
They looked up.
“Suck my d**k… or whatever that means.”
And then I
