The Heiress's Sweet, Cold Revenge

ever raged through her body from

uilt, which had been a dull ache, sharpened into a piercing pain. He carried her

" Andrew said, confronting hi

celyn' s bizarre compliance had unsettled him deeply. He couldn't figure her out.

e continued

, a demeaning task for a family member. She did it wit

the hot sun. She worked until she was dizzy from the h

suspicion warred with a growing, horrifying thought: what if the damage they had

nty and Andrew's open sympathy. She was losing her gr

r Peters, the

y of the library. "They're starting to feel sorry for her. You

plining" Jocelyn at the facility, a side job the Blakelys had paid him w

e basement. Jocelyn had been moved

t, staring at the wall. He loomed over her

ng the blade out. The sound echoed in the small room. "Remember how you'd cry for yo

voice echoed in her head, the calm, precise voice of

your enemy believe they are in control. Let them make the first move. You cannot be

ifting from vacant to confused. "Are you g

"I'm going to do

er by the hair and ra

the fir

aking his grip on her hair. She slammed the heel of her palm up under his nose, sending a jolt of blinding pain through his skull.

floor. Peters screamed, a high

was on him, her fists striking with brutal, efficient precision. She didn't hit his face.

e grabbed him by his collar and began to drag him. He was screa

polished marble countertops. She dragged him into the g

rifying screams, ran downstair

holding the broken, sobbing orderly by his shirt.

r voice calm and conversational. "I need t

fiant girl they knew, or the broken doll she had been pretendin

slow step forward. "Jocelyn, it's okay. We'll... we'l

idered his words for a mome

to the floor like

rs to the basement, lay down on her cot, an