Chapter 83 The Inheritance Of The Throne

• "There is no redeeming yourself now Ada. If the Coven demands that you are to be flayed alive, then as far as I'm concerned, they can take their sweet time doing whatever it is that they want to with you. You're a disappointment, a fucking disgrace!" Narcissa hissed venomously as a malicious smile spread across her face.
• "What's going on? Narcissa?"
• Instantly, Narcissa's face froze and after a moment's hesitation she stood upright and smoothed her clothes down, before plastering a sickly sweet smile on her face and turning to face the unexpected visitor.