Where the ice melts
smiling, all sweetness and perfume, like she had just stepped out of a magazine cover.
But I knew better. I knew exactly what she had done to Ivy, how she had tried to humiliate her, and my hands curled into fists so tight my nails dug into my palms.
“Oh, baby! What a surprise,” she said, voice dripping with false innocence. “I wasn’t expecting you…”
I didn’t answer. I stepped inside. My gaze was cold, hard, unrelenting. I grabbed her by the neck, lifting her effortlessly. She gasped, trying to laugh it off, still playing the part of sweet, harmless Vienna.
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