The Revenge Club
she murmured, her words a cryptic echo in the vast space.
"Indeed it is," I mused, my gaze running over the coded labels.
Lizzie leaned over and whispered. “That is Nina, she is another member, her third year now. As you can see, she is the Chemist and she is a dangerous weapon.”
I wondered what concoctions she had in store for our targets, what sweet humiliations awaited them at her skilled hands. This was beginning to get exciting.
We were a conclave of people, each of us with our own dark talents, and as we exchanged small talk loaded with undertones of anticipation, I could feel the tension—thick, palpable, a prelude to the storm that was Violet.
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