Victoria glided toward us across the blood-soaked earth, her silver-blonde hair immaculate despite the chaos around her. Her Louboutin heels should have sunk into the mud, but somehow she moved as if floating above it all, untouchable. Her smile sent ice through my veins—the same calculated expression she’d worn when telling eleven-year-old me that my father would never love a "thing" like me.
“Such a remarkable display of… power,” she announced, her melodic voice carrying across the suddenly silent clearing. Her eyes fixed on Kieran, who was still kneeling in Marcus’s blood. “Almost unnatural, wouldn’t you say?”
Kieran struggled to his feet, his body trembling with exhaustion. I moved to support him, sliding under his arm despite the blood soaking my clothes. That’s when I noticed som
