Her voice was calm and cold.

“What…what are you saying, child?” I stuttered.

My eyes widened as I stared at the stranger before me.

Jennifer laughed.

A deep, dark laugh, one that sent shivers straight to my spine.

“Oh! Don’t act obtuse old man.

You clearly know exactly what I’m talking about,” she hissed, moving closer to me until she was just a foot away.

“Ethan was, is and will always be mine, and you know it,” she hissed in rage.

Her nails dug into the skin of my arms as she gripped them tightly. “I am supposed to be the young madam of the Blackwood’s family.

Me!” She screamed,...