I watched in delight as her expression soured for just a second before she quickly put on a look of indifference. But I saw it. I saw the whiff of rage, of humiliation, of truth hitting her like a flying brick.
"You shut your filthy mouth."
I let out a dramatic sigh, shaking my head. "Oh, Camilla. You can insult me all you want. You can pretend it doesn't bother you. But tell me…" I stepped closer, lowering my voice conspiratorially. "If María José is so weak, so useless, so unworthy… why does she have everything you've ever wanted?"
Camilla pounced at me before I could even finish pronouncing the word 'wanted'.
I was expecting it. I caught her wrist before she could claw my face, twisting it just enough to make her gasp.
The maid let out a stifled noise, eyes wide.
Camilla growled. "Let go of me."
I did.
