Chapter 145: Bitter Claims
(Grace's POV)
I stared at the crystal-clear moon-blessed water Victoria handed me, the glint in her emerald eyes barely concealing her poorly hidden intentions. There was a slight tremor in her hand, and just the faintest trace of hesitation as she offered the cup. I had seen this act so often; her sweet and delicate demeanor, her fragile victim card, played to perfection.
"Sister," she cooed with an overly saccharine tone, "please, let me offer this to you as a gesture of goodwill. It's rare that we get a chance to talk heart to heart. Just us sisters."
I held the glass, glancing down at the liquid that shimmered innocently under the light. Every instinct screamed at me to be cautious, her sickly sweet demeanor hiding the sharp edge of malice she thought
