(CORRINE)
I slam forward against the door as the claws dig into my chest, right over my heart.
"You should have let him kill me," Ravenna's voice whispers in my ear gleefully. "I'm going to kill you first and then that bastard child of yours. And I'm going to make him suffer the most."
She moves her fingers around, and I let out a gasping scream, my body stiff with agony.
"Did you think that if you showed me mercy, it would change anything?" she hisses, her breath hot against my ear. "You are and always will be a slave, Corrine. It doesn't matter whose fated mate you are. You are a slave, and you are my substitute. You were never good enough to have my face, and tonight I'm going to cut it right off of you."
She retracts her claws and forces me to turn around. I try to fight back, but my injury is too grievous. I can barely move. She plunges her hand into my stomach, and I make a choking sound, blood pouring from my mouth.
