Kate’s POV
"Hello, Kate," Eloise said, her voice dripping with a sweetness that made my stomach turn. “I see you're alive, and well, married.”
She stood in the center of the foyer like she owned the very air we breathed. She took off her sunglasses, revealing eyes that were scanning me with a mixture of amusement and disdain.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a physical reaction to the trauma she had inflicted on me, but I refused to let it show on my face. I remembered Dante’s words. Emotions are a liability.
I straightened my spine, fighting the urge to cover my stomach, the phantom ache of my lost child throbbing for a brief second before I shoved it down.
"While you wonder about me being married and, well, alive, I can't help but point out the fact that you're the one standing ri
