Angelina's eyes widened more and more until Mabel was done, and she stepped back.

"Are you... playing with me?" she muttered in disbelief.

"It's left for you to decide," Mabel replied before entering her bedroom, leaving Angelina in the living room.

Angelina felt frozen to the spot for a fraction of a second, then she started taking slow steps out of the room. Her eyes darkened, her palms balled into fists, then her jaw set, and her whole features crumpled.

It can't be. It can't fucking be.

Immediately she stepped out, she met the Volkov guards outside, and before she knew it, she was grabbed.

She broke free, kicking two...