"It is all that bitch's fault!" Anfisa yelled, her face blooming into a harsh, blotchy red with pure rage.
Her eyes bulged slightly behind her designer snow goggles, the raw venom in her voice utterly annihilating any remaining trace of the sweet, high-society girl demeanor she usually wore like a second skin.
"I said a few things to Amara and even lent her a hand, yet she still ended up in jail! How could that happen if Severine didn't know about it ahead of time? She never shares her space with others, but she did that night."
Emily listened quietly from the side, sitting comfortably on the sofa in a cozy room, not even bothering to answer the frantic outburst.
But Damien wasn't nearly that calm.
A dark, dangerous storm was brewing behind his eyes as he stared at Anfisa.
First, his sister had outright lied to him.
She had spun a beautiful tale, promising him that the men would only scare the drugged Severine out on the trails the following afternoon.
