Chapter 270

"Uh-huh," Cathy croaked, her voice scratchy and dry, as if it hadn't been used in ages.

Miranda finished peeling an apple and took a bite. "Does he know you're awake?"

Cathy shook her head. "No."

Miranda continued, "Now that you're up, what do you want to do?"

Miranda crunched on her apple, the sound a symphony of sweetness and crispness.

Cathy turned her head to look at Miranda, her eyes fixed on the apple in her hand. She whispered, "I want an apple."

Miranda paused, then cut a small slice and gently fed it to Cathy.

As Cathy savored the apple, tears welled up in her eyes. Her voice trembled as she said, "So sweet. Thank you."

Though Cathy had just come out of a coma, she had been aware during her time unconscious. She could hear, she could feel, but she couldn't see. She knew someone had been visiting her every once in a while, talking to her, and treating her.

idea what those things were that pierced her skin, she knew

she had seen before. The same girl she had once

pushing her off the building. But she knew the truth. Miranda wasn't the one who did

looked at Miranda, eyes reddening, "I don't know how to

without her. Her parents had long since

smiling. "No rush. Let's just watch the

what Miranda meant by "show",

leaving no stone e unturned. Her words went from sincere to sharp, inciting a mix of anger and self-doubt in

twin brothers, though not as notoriously cruel as Dorian and Alistair, had been a source

a toy for their pranks, throwing mice onto her bed, or locking her in the basement. Her fear and screams were their entertainment, something to share

no mercy. Watching them writhe in

was her

days later, Miranda, now known as Ms. Lancaster, attended

Hawke family was

become a rising star in the elite circles, attracting many who wanted to

a group, seemed lifeless, a stark contrast to their former vibrant selves.

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