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?"

like it held someone captive so that he could

twisted grin spread across

was certain Felicia

in the next second, the satisfaction on his face twisted

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

half of her

she drove the knife into Shawn's arm and

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

muttered the last two

eerie lightness.

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

"How dare you..."

He wanted nothing more than to rip

Felicia felt wronged.

had tried to kill her. She was simply giving him a taste of his own medicine.