Seraphine looked down at Olivia's tear-stained face, watching the raw desperation twisting every feature. For one tiny moment, she almost wanted to believe the woman was genuinely sorry.
Then all the memories came flooding back in a rush, the cruel words, the vicious insults, the constant humiliation.
Olivia had called her tainted. A whore. A complete disgrace. She had judged her without ever trying to understand a single thing about her life. She had mocked her past, ripped apart her worth, and even tried to destroy her marriage to Voren. The more Seraphine remembered, the colder her expression grew.
She wasn't angry anymore. She was just done being fooled.
Olivia wasn't the type of woman who apologized without wanting something in return. There was always a hidden motive behind everything she did.
