Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 163

Shawn screamed.

Leaves and tangled weeds gave way beneath him. With a shrilling cry, Shawn tumbled headfirst into the pit. Blood began to spread across his chest and pool beneath him.

He had set this trap himself. The bottom of his trap was lined with spikes.

Karma was served cold.

Felicia clicked her tongue and shone a flashlight onto Shawn's face. "Serves you right, doesn't it?"

Shawn howled in pain. Sweat poured down his face. Yet, amidst the agony, he found a grim relief. Thankfully, in his rush to dig the pit, he'd only added a few small nails at the bottom. If he'd gone with knives instead, he might not even be alive right now. His sense of relief only lasted shortly. Fury surged up inside him, hotter than ever.

He struggled to shift his body, so he twisted his head to glare at Felicia. He growled, "So you knew all along, huh? Even so, you still followed me, you witch!"

Felicia kicked him back down into the pit, yanking the knife from his hand. She said coldly, "Lucas isn't here, is he? Where did you hide him?"

held someone captive so that he could

breath. A twisted grin spread across his

with himself. He was certain Felicia wouldn't dare to do anything to

the next second, the satisfaction on his face twisted into

scream echoed, scattering the birds in the trees. A few owls hoot

the ground, casting light over only half of her face. The other half was hidden in shadow. She looked more like a

the knife into Shawn's arm and twisted

in agony, Felicia's voice was calm. She spoke patiently, "Don't worry, I've only severed a few nerves in your arm.

the last two

an eerie lightness.

of color. He stared at her, eyes wide with terror. Felicia looked

"How dare you..."

shook with rage. He wanted nothing more

Felicia felt wronged.

giving him a taste of his own medicine.