A bitter, angry laugh ripped out of Voren, low and rough, but it carried so much fury that everyone in the room instantly tensed up.
Seraphine, still curled on his lap, felt every single muscle in his body go rock-hard beneath her. His arms stayed wrapped tight around her waist, but his chest heaved up and down as he battled like hell to keep his emotions from exploding.
She gently pressed her hand against his chest, trying silently to calm the storm raging inside him. It barely made a difference.
Voren locked his gaze straight on Olivia, his eyes colder than ice. "So let me get this straight," he said, his lips curling into a dark, humorless chuckle. "The very first time you met your twin sister, you found out she had just died… and the only thing that popped into your head was stealing her entire life and taking her place?"
The deck went dead silent.
Voren slowly shook his head, disgust dripping from every word. "You're evil."
