Chapter 92

  Abigail's POV

  The moment Diana bolted off stage like a wounded doe, I felt it, sweet, sharp, like honey laced with venom. Satisfaction, hot and dizzying, bloomed in my chest.

  She didn't even try to fight it.

  She shattered so beautifully.

  Perfect.

  Vivian had delivered it like a dagger wra...

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