Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 263

Flames danced wildly against the night, devouring blood-soaked clothes and gloves until they were nothing but ash.

The firelight flickered over her face, revealing features carved from marble-icy, aloof, and impossibly serene.

She had a delicate, ethereal beauty: her eyes, dark and fathomless, were as cold as a winter lake, impossible to read, distant and unapproachable. Beneath a sculpted nose, her lips were thin and pale, as though brushed by a winter frost, exuding a chill that held the world at arm's length. She looked like a masterfully carved statue-elegant, untouchable, and wholly apart from her surroundings.

A slim, tall figure, wrapped in black from head to toe, she moved with a grace that concealed strength. Each subtle shift of muscle beneath her clothes suggested not just fragile beauty, but a power that could turn deadly in an instant.

Mandy Shaw gazed at the pile of ash, and only then did the wrath burning inside her finally begin to subside.

The reason she'd snapped and beaten Vincent so savagely-that story started about an hour earlier.

It was Friday night, and the weekend stretched ahead.

May had been pouring all her energy into looking after Claire lately; thinking back, it had been nearly a month since she'd last seen her own precious daughter.

So, she'd called Mandy, and the two planned to meet for dinner at a cozy bistro downtown.

Over simmering broth and tender slices of beef, Mandy checked in on Claire, her concern plain-her greatest worry was always whether Claire was truly safe and well.

with a gentle smile as she described how Sean, Aberdeen, and Grace

Mandy finally

Mandy's eyes. Her grip on her fork tightened, knuckles turning white-she nearly snapped it in

hurt Claire would answer to her. Mandy Shaw would never let them

window, she spotted Vincent rolling past

saw only Vincent-his familiar figure and a single thought took root, growing wild

to May, "Mom, my advisor just messaged me. Something urgent came up at school. You should

a little, but finally let her

Mandy trailed Vincent at

She pulled out the heavy duffel

howling

he could barely move, she dragged him

Vincent's leg-again and again, until his lower limb was a ruined mess of blood

finished, it was nearly ten

her

call a cab when a blast of bright

sleek Porsche rolled to a stop beside