Ava’s POV
Kate twisted in my grip, guilt souring her scent. “I bought them myself.”
A growl rolled up my throat before I could stop it. “You bought them? Those are my grandmother’s earrings.”
I’d known Laura might have hoarded my things out of spite. I’d never imagined she’d toss them to a servant like scraps from a carcass.
Something inside me snapped.
“Give them back.”
Kate shoved at me, her claws threatening to slip free beneath her nails. “Ava, did prison rot your brain? Nothing in this family belongs to you!”
“Give them back!”
All the rage I’d swallowed these past days boiled over. I grabbed the earrings and ripped.
Kate’s scream tore through the room as blood welled along her ear. She shoved me hard, sending me stumbling into a table. Wood cracked against my hip, but I barel
