Chapter 105 The Lesson For Her

• The world lurched, then snapped back into focus as Bianca materialized, her grip a steel trap on my arm.
• “Hold your tongue, Irene,” she hissed, her voice a low, dangerous purr, her body a bulwark against the storm. “The only one who should be crawling with shame is your pathetic drama queen, always playing the victim card as if she invented misery!”
• Irene’s scream ripped through the penthouse, a jagged shard of glass.