She gave Shelia's head a little jerk, watching it loll sideways.
"Now let's see how you'll help your little Isabella," Zara cooed. "Oh—silly me again—I forgot. She'll be dying soon too."
She lifted Shelia's face just enough to force her to look up at her, even if her vision was probably swimming in blood.
"Kian belongs to me," Zara hissed, the mask of politeness slipping into something wild. Ugly. "And I'll do everything in my power to make him love me. Even if it means killing him."
She let Shelia's head drop with a sickening thud.
Zara stood up slowly, brushing imaginary dust off her skirt. "Now, now," she sighed in a falsely sweet voice. "While you lay here twitching, I'll go cry a little. Say I found you like this."
She smiled—smiled like she was practicing for a crowd. "Let's just pray Kian can save you before you die."
She turned, walking away with a bounce in her step.
"Because I would hate to be sister-in lawless."
Pause.
She giggled again.
