Chapter Seventy Two

Soralina stares at herself in her mirror as she ties the scarf around her neck, hiding the red marks that Gustav's fingers had left behind.

It's been a week since Agatha went missing, and yet no one has found a single thing about her whereabouts, courtesy to someone Soralina now hates dearly.

You seem to be doing a pretty good job at protecting your enemies daughter, don't you think Louise?

If I didn't know better, I would say you have had your eyes on her from the start.

As the thought crosses her kind, Soralina stops whatever she's doing, her eyebrows knitting together.

Or...is it really true? Did you...actually have your eyes on her from the start? Did you play with me this whole time?

A snarl twists its way into her face, her eyes burning with anger as she releases a shrill scream before throwing all the contents of her table on the floor, most of the things that are made of glass shattering to pieces.

How could you? How could you!? How dare you use me to get to her!? Who do you t