Chapter 24

• Charlotte Sanguinite POV:
• “You,” I breathe, rooted in place out of fear and shock.
• The last time I saw Arabella, she was sneering at me, a kind of viciousness in her eyes that no ten-year-old should have. When it came to her appearance, Arabella inherited our father’s dark looks, her skin a beautiful olive shade, her eyes a sharp green, and her hair black as a raven’s, falling to her waistline like a waterfall. As a child, she was cute, but as an adult, she’s gorgeous. Her cheekbones are sharp, her eyes almost catlike. She has lost all her chubbiness, her figure slims like a model’s.