Maid for Him
“She’s all yours, Rhea.”
Rhea lunged forward, gripping Amber’s hair and shaking her head violently.
“You stupid girl! You stole Prince Arnold from me. Now tell us the truth before we kill you!”
“Stop,” Amber pleaded, wincing. “Stop, Rhea.”
Instead, Rhea’s hand cracked across Amber’s cheek again.
“You don’t get to say my name, you betraying, pathetic witch,” she snarled.
Amber’s cheek burned, but something inside her sparked with bitter amusement. “You three deserve each other,” she said, her voice trembling but defiant, “because you are the witches.”
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