"Why the f**k is she still alive?" Christina snapped. Her glare was directed at Darrin.
Of course, she had a hand in this. Why hadn't I thought of it sooner?
I scoffed, lifting my head despite how excruciating the action was. "You."
She smirked, looking down to meet my gaze. "Yes. Me. You don't look so good, honey."
The mocking tone made my blood boil.
"You really thought I'd just sit back and let you get engaged to Zephyr when I could stop it?" She questioned rhetorically.
My hands itched to wipe that look off her face, to dig my nails into her perfect skin and make her feel even a fraction of the pain I was in. But the ropes binding me made sure I couldn't.
My wrists were on fire, the skin raw and torn from hours of struggling. The rough fibers of the rope ate into my flesh, digg
