Her breath hitched. With a swift motion, I lifted it, exposing her stomach.
A scar.
Faint, but there.
Proof.
Candice gasped, trying to shove me away, but I was faster. I slammed her back against the dresser, pinning her wrists.
“Cassandra, stop!” she cried.
I lifted the scalpel, pressing it just below the scar.
Her breathing grew ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I know the truth now,” I whispered, my grip tightening.
Her lips parted, her entire body trembling.
“That’s my kidney,” I said, my voice laced with cold fury.
Tears streaked down her face. “Cassandra, please—”
I pressed the blade against her skin, my heart pounding with nothing but pure, unfiltered rage.
“I’m going to take it back now.”
