She stilled all at once. When she spoke again, her voice was steady, cold, and resolute, as though the woman who had begged moments ago had never existed.
"Either grant me a decree of dissolution, and I shall take my mother and leave this place forever, never to offend your sight again… or give her a proper burial. Otherwise…"
Her gaze burned as it locked onto the two of them. The wounds on her face, torn open by the branches of the coffee trees, had crusted into darkened blood. And then she smiled, a smile like something dragged up from the depths of hell.
"Otherwise, on the day of your wedding, I will bring my mother with me… and burn us both upon your feast."
Adrian's eyes flared with fury as he turned on Lydia. "Elaine! Do not test my limits!"
Elaine let out a sharp, mocking laugh
