Resurrected Vengeance
I looked at the gold box, then back up at her pale, innocent face.
I knew Tahlia hated me. I knew every breath she took around Banjo was calculated to push me further into the dark. But looking at the delicate glass jar inside the box, a strange, quiet thought crossed my mind. If I publicly rejected her gift, she would run straight back to Banjo, sobbing that his cruel wife threw her olive branch in her face.
"Leave it," I said flatly.
Tahlia gave me a brilliant, tearful smile, as if I had just granted her a grand mercy. "Thank you, Merinda. You'll see tonight will be a fresh start for all of us."