I pressed a cigarette butt into Evie’s chest, my smile cruel and jagged.
“You’re right. It’s all my fault. My gravest mistake was trusting your lies.”
Evie wailed and threw herself into Zavier’s arms. “She’s already lost her mind!”
Zavier’s eyes never left mine, his gaze tense and fixed.
The moment I reached into my pocket, his muscles tightened in alert, but when I pulled out the cemetery order, his guard eased at last.
“I intended to move the child closer to us, but… it seems unnecessary now.”
Pain flickered in his eyes as he obediently held out his hand.
The next second, my dagger cut through his index finger, sending it to the floor.
I pressed it under my foot and let out a wild laugh.
“Do you think you deserve this? Zavier, this is what you owe me! I’ll reclaim it, piece by piece… slowly!”
I toyed with the dagger and leaned close to Evie.
Zavier, who hadn’t flinched even when his finger was cut off, instantly panicked and threw himself over her protectively.
“Don’t touch her! Tiffany, don’t force me to fight you with my life!”
That look, that tone, dragged me back to the bloody night five years ago.