Cold sweat beaded across Chloe's forehead as every trace of color drained from her face.
Five years had passed, yet the moment Madeline finished speaking, those blood-soaked memories came crashing back with brutal clarity.
Chloe's clenched fists trembled uncontrollably. Her chest rose and fell so violently it hurt, each breath coming in ragged gasps.
Madeline looked at her with venomous eyes, filled with equal parts malice and smug satisfaction.
She knew she'd succeeded in dragging Chloe back into that nightmare.
'So what if Chloe's capable?' Madeline sneered inwardly. 'She couldn't even protect her own children.'
With a cold chuckle, Madeline turned away, wiping every trace of malice from her face. By the time she reached the reception desk, she had resumed her usual graceful, elega
