e done to your twin sister? You tried to get rid of he

on the cold hardwood floor. The impact sent a jo

ith rage. "Kneel and beg, and I'll let everything you've do

een on a throne of lies. She looked down at me, her eyes shimmerin

reaching out a hand as if to help me, but the look in her eyes was a jagged blade. "I understand if she's

scopic smile-the kind only

happen in

gized for my jealousy, and spent the next decade trying to earn back a seat at a t

ntually lear

way from my hair. I heard the sickening snap of a few strands breaking, and a fresh wave of pain radiated across my sk

owering frame. I didn't brush the dust off my knees

holding its breath. My mother's hand flew back, her palm fla

e threw herself between us, hugging my mothe

ight. "Don't hurt her because of me. I couldn't bear it! I'd

ok at the sister you tried to destroy. She's a saint, and you're a cancer. If

e a cold stone in my mouth. "Is that all I am? A signat

e worth even that m

she shifted just enough to look at me. The mask was gone for a split second.

My mother flinched, pulling Elena

" I asked, my voice terrifyingly