I pinned Aunt Florence with my gaze, and gave her a frosty look as she knelt down inches away from me, the bowl of blood in between us.
The chains and shackles that bounded my hands together had been replaced by regular shiny handcuffs. The guards that did the replacement were gloved up and careful; aware that skin to skin contact with me would be deadly. Not that I’d attempt compelling any one of them, even if given the chance.
Everything needed to follow the mental script of the plan I had formulated and developed earlier with Grace.
“What did she promise you?” I asked Aunt Florence sarcastically, c*****g my head to the side as my eyes flashed with hate.
Maybe it was easy to simply choose to hate her, rather than to try and understand the choices that brought her here. Nothing could
