My voice was a raw, scratchy whisper, thick with fury and disbelief because this better be some kind of joke or dream.
"Alice," I repeated. "Where… where did you get those? They don't belong to you."
I could recognize them from anywhere and it's crazy because I want nothing to do with the man who gave them to me, but they are also one of the few things that I value the most in my life.
I'm not sure if Astor remembers giving these particular gifts to me, but they will always hold sentimental value for me, and I would never give them to anybody.
Alice's eyes, usually so quick to well with those fake, innocent tears, hardened slightly, a calculating spark deep within them. A slow, infuriating smile spread across her lips.
"These?" She purred, her fingers delicately caressing the smooth m
