“Keep dreaming, Elodie,” I spoke with a condescending tone. “That’s the thing you’re the best at anyway.”

Kallias smeared another drop of his blood on the stone walls and the doorway appeared again, just enough for two people to pass through. My mate held out a hand for me, but I pivoted and gave my sister one last sneer.

“It seems like our visit to you had been a waste of time, but at least we learned that you’re a pawn and a whore of Marc that can be discarded anytime.”

“That’s not true!” she cried.

“Again, Elodie, keep on dreaming.” I glanced one last time at her hairless head...