EMMA
I had hoped today would pass without incident, that I would be delighted all through as I select the things my little sis would need.
A Quiet shopping trip for my little sister, a stolen breath of normalcy in a world that never seemed to give me peace.
But peace never lasts long in places like this.
Especially not when Lady Nyx is near.
Her presence was a shadow that darkened the air before her voice even arrived. Then it came—sharp, sugar-laced venom of her voice as I glanced at her.
"Well, well, if it isn't the delusional Lady Emma," she drawled with a tilt of her lips that could slice through steel.
"Didn't expect you to stoop low enough to walk with someone whose dalliances with sugar daddies could fill a registry. And with that rank of yours? Bottom tier. Fitting."
Lucy stiffened beside me. I could feel the heat rising off her skin like wildfire barely restrained. But I just rolled my eyes, the urge to respond slipping right off me like water on glass.
