“I told you to make her miscarry—you played deaf. I told you to give me the Rosary Beads—you played deaf again.”
“If your ears are useless, you don’t need them.”
“Ethan!”
“Anna, you’re insane. You want the Beads? Fine—go get them yourself!”
Grace shrieked and hurled the Rosary Beads into the pond.
Smart—too weak to fight me, so she aimed to break me.
But the day Ethan turned me into a madwoman, my heart turned to steel.
I fisted Grace’s hair, dragged her to the edge, and kicked her into the water.
“Anna! It’s the dead of winter! You’ll freeze her to death!” Ethan charged at me, furious.
“Will I? Doesn’t matter. I forgot to tell you—I stocked this pond with piranhas a few years back. I’m sure they’ll get to her before the cold does.”
Ethan’s face changed as he moved to pull Grace out.
Before he could reach her, I cracked a brick across her wrist with perfect aim, forcing her to recoil in pain.
Ethan ground his teeth at me.
“Anna Moore, are you forcing me to fight you?”
“By all means. I doubt we’ll finish our duel before your sweetheart gets chewed into mush. Unless she brings me those Beads, she’s not leaving the water.”
