“What, no sisterly hug?” She taunts me, while I try to bear the pain.
As I cough and sputter, my blood spatters on the floor. I clutch the bangle from my wrist and toss it into the fire with the last bit of strength I have left, before collapsing. I look up at her, a devilish grin on her face. “Now why would you do that? I was hoping to enjoy myself but now, I have to make things quick.”
“What do you mean?” I choke out, coughing on more of my blood, so I try to turn my head and let the blood drain out of my mouth.
“Well, since you are dying which, is such a shame. I figured the baby will need a mother, and since that can’t be you, why not aunt Bianca? Though, mom I feel has a better ring to it,” she says, her manicured finger tapping her chin in thought.
My blood runs cold at her word
