The Necklace
Rhea
My back hit my bedroom door so hard the wood rattled.
I slid down until my ass hit the floor, my knees pulled up to my chest, my whole body shaking like I'd been dunked in ice water.
"f**k. f**k. f**k!"
I slept with him. I slept with Darius f*****g Vale. The same bastard who dropped his hand and let a silver rope snap my neck.
I could still feel the ghost of that rope some nights, and now I could feel him too, pressed into every inch of my skin, and I wanted to claw my own body off.
'Well,' Astraea groaned inside my head, her voice thick and slurred, like she was climbing out of a grave. 'That is one way to start a revenge plot.'
"Don't," I hissed. "Don't you dare joke right now."
'I am not joking. I am dying. That potion hit me like a warhammer.' A pause. Then,
