Olivia
Jenifer’s laughter sent a shiver down my spine, like nails on a chalkboard. Suddenly, the rock between my fingers felt too heavy, and no matter how hard I tried to wedge it free, it seemed as though it had gotten stuck.
“You’re so foolish, Olivia,” she finally said, her voice dripping with condescension. “You actually thought that the mock anchor was the real one?”
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I glared at her. “You’re lying. You’re just bluffing because I outsmarted you,” I said, even though the words sounded hollow even to my own ears.
Jenifer simply smirked, her eyes glinting with malevolence. “Ah, how the dying cope with death,” she said mockingly. “That’s where you’re wrong. The real anchor is something that you’ll never be able to destroy.”
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