Nobody f*****g made me cry except for me.
Slipping on a pair of black leggings and the lace black tank top, I regarded myself in the mirror. Not bad. The weight I’d put on here was giving me curves. One thing to be grateful for.
I found a pair of stilettos that I could bury in her temple if need be and overdid my makeup just a little. The necklace nestled in my cleavage.
I barely recognized myself.
“You can do this,” I told my reflection. “Put on a f*****g smile and don’t let that b***h hurt you.”
Great.
I’d suffered the kind of abuse that would make any person or shifter break, but it was Willa’s sickeningly happy smile that was going to push me over the edge.
Two minutes to seven, I opened the door and stepped out. Smiling brightly at my two guards, who were staring at me in shoc
