EMMALAINECharlotte’s face was priceless.The horror in her eyes was exactly the kind of expression I had craved for years. It washed over me like warm sunlight after a long winter, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up my throat.A sweet, delighted, unhinged laugh.It echoed through the Blood Well clearing, drifting between the gnarled trees and mixing with the stench of old magic. Her fear, her rage, her desperation—oh, it was intoxicating.“You…” Charlotte breathed, her chest rising and falling too quickly. “I can’t believe you’d actually—”“Kill your mother?” I finished for her, smiling slowly. “Oh, sweetheart. You believed it the moment you came running here.”She flinched. That made me grin wider.“Bring her to me.” Charlotte’s voice shook, but her stare hardened. “I don’t have time for your sick games, Emmalaine. Where is my mother?”“Oh, darling,” I whispered, tilting my head. “But the games are the sweetest part.”She didn’t move. She didn’t blink. She didn’t breathe.
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