Crack.
The air left my lungs in a sharp gasp. Pain exploded in my side, radiating outward like fire, but I didn’t let go. I couldn’t let go.
“Get your hands off her, you meddling piece of garbage!” Serena hissed, her face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated venom.“Please, stop!” I gasped, the words scraping against my throat. “She’s hurting! Please, Serena, look at her! She’s your fiancé’s mother! Her heart… she can’t take this!”
But Serena just laughed. It wasn’t a human sound. It was the sound of nails dragging down a chalkboard, high and piercing.
“You think I care about this old hag?”
She snatched a heavy crystal vase from the mahogany table—something that probably cost more than my entire year’s salary—and hurled it.
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