Angela's POV
I stood there a moment longer, watching him with cold satisfaction as he struggled. There was something almost poetic about it; the man who once had all the power over me was now helpless and at my mercy. I smirked, savoring the irony.
But my satisfaction was fleeting. Kurtis's words echoed in my mind, cutting deeper than I cared to admit. *“Lyra’s a better person than you’ll ever be… She’s everything you’re not.”* I swallowed hard, forcing the bitterness down, trying to shake his words out of my head. But it lingered, that gnawing doubt he’d left behind. My sister, my twin, had somehow become the perfect one, the innocent, the beloved. I hated it. And I hated her for it.
I turned on my heel, heading back toward the door, but before I could leave, Kurtis's voice stopped me.
