Chapter 25: Surgery and Confrontation
(Elina's POV)
I didn’t flinch. I stood straighter, meeting her glare, my emerald eyes holding firm. "Move, Seraphina." My voice was icy, leaving no room for negotiation. "I don’t have time for whatever game you’re playing today."
She smirked, tilting her head slightly, her golden hair catching the harsh surgical corridor lights. "Oh, but I think you do." Her tone dripped with malice.
She stepped closer, arms folded tightly across her chest, her claws tapping faintly against her arm. "I was just reflecting on our... delightful childhood. Surely you haven’t forgotten how we grew up, Elina. Or should I say, the adopted Bell nobody wanted?"
Sally stirred inside me, growling low, but I kept my composure. Her words were meant to sting, to provoke.
