Chapter 34 The Queen Draws Blood
- The morning after the slaughter felt different.
- It wasn’t the blood that still clung to the soles of Ivy’s boots or the aching wound on her arm that made her feel raw—it was the silence. The mansion was too still, too clean, like it was trying to erase the brutality of the night before.
- But no amount of scrubbing could wash away what had been done.