Chapter 98

I decided to ignore Vespera.

She’d done worse.

She’d drawn blood from my back when we were children—smiling as she did it. She'd left bruises, told lies, kissed people I loved just to make sure I knew she could take them too.

She’d gotten Maeve killed. Whether directly or not, I would never know. But that night still haunted me.

Her red eyes. Her twisted smirk.

I shook my head, brushing the though