That’s haunting, but at least it’s a flicker of hope in the darkness. A spark of light at the end of this horrifying f*****g tunnel.
“What do you want?” Yasha asks. “We protected you. We gave you everything. Why do all of this?”
Francia barks out a laugh. “Everything? You think an apartment in some second-rate shithole downtown is everything? I want to be in the mansion. I want the ring on my finger.”
She lifts her hand and I see a very familiar ring gleaming there. She didn’t have it on before, but there it is, unmistakable: Cora’s wedding ring.
My lips pull away from my teeth as I snarl. “Where did you get that?”
“Cora handed it over,” she says. “She was more than happy to trade places with me. Turns out your fiancée isn’t as committed to you as I’ll be.”
Liar. She’s lying. Cora wo
