Every word out of Bianca's mouth landed like a blade precise, cruel, aimed to wound without ever quite killing. Avoiding anything fatal, just enough to bleed her slowly, over and over. Isla could do nothing but stand there and take it.
What a vicious woman.
Isla was shaking, and it wasn't just her own suffering fueling the rage building in her chest it was the thought of her grandmother caught in the middle of it.
I want to tear this woman apart with my bare hands. But if I push back now, she'll take it out on Grandma instead.
I hate this. I hate all of it. And I can't do a single thing about it.
Her eyes burned red, tears threatening. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood and didn't even register the pain. Through the blur of tears, her stare stayed locked on Bianca, sharp and fu
