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“To get back what should’ve always been mine.” I stared at her. “You’re delusional.” The witch ignored me, holding the goblet out to Bridget like some sort of twisted offering. Bridget took it in both hands, lifted it to her lips, and drank. The room tilted with how wrong it felt, watching someone drink my blood like it was wine. She winced at the taste, her nose wrinkling, but she didn’t stop until it was empty. "Yuck," she spat, her mouth twisted in disgust. "Did it work?"

They all quickly followed as Bridgette lagged staring at the solid rock of ice with a man inside. “Bridgie!” Shouted out, Dr. Hawthorne. As she turned to walk she tripped and her hand landed on the ice, she quickly stood up, straightened herself out, and sprinted to catch up.

"You try to steal my man, and all you can think of are those tarts?" Bridget taunted. She was so full of rage she did not analyze the situation appropriately. She turned to Allen and said, "Were you meeting her here too? In front of my father?" Bridget shifted her attention to the older man and revealed, "Father, this woman is seducing Allen! She is on the cruise ship - our cruise ship!" Returning her gaze to Shantelle, she declared, "I should have you thrown overboard from the cruise ship! Do you know who you are messing with? My father owns the cruise ship! I am Bridget Grant, an heiress to the Caribbean Sales!"

“What are you doing out here in the cold?” Bridgette didn’t turn to look at him as he watched her worriedly. She took a deep breath of air and sighed, watching the warm air float out on the early morning breeze. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and nibbled on her bottom lip. “I finally got her to talk to me…. Her name is Heather… She doesn’t have any living relatives… Santiago is a married man… it was his wife that was ordering the maids to lace her food and water with the abortifacients…." She whispered.

“Alright, Ms. Augustus, I’ll keep you updated. But don’t do anything reckless. Wait for us to give signals.” Bridget tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Reckless? Me? Never,” she said with a playful smirk, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She leaned in even closer, and Hunter’s heart skipped a beat. “Are you sure you’re not just being forced into this, my hero?” “N-no!” Hunter stammered, his voice cracking slightly. “Good,” Bridget said, stepping back and flashing him one last dazzling smile. She turned on her heel and sauntered toward the door, her hips swaying with effortless grace. Just as she reached the exit, she glanced over her shoulder and threw him a playful wink.