[Third Person].
The sentence fell into the room like a silent explosion. And Wanda felt it like a blade carving into her ribs.
Her heart lurched violently. Her fingers curled against her dress, nails digging into her own palm.
The bright red satin suddenly felt suffocating around her ribs.
In her warped, jealous mind, she had different thoughts going through her mind.
Her own brother, her own blood, encouraging Draven—her Draven to have a child with Meredith.
With that woman—that wolfless waste-of-air. That curse-marked embarrassment. That creature she despised with every fibre of her being.
Wanda swallowed back the heat burning behind her eyes. 'How can he say that? How can he take her side? Encourage her place beside Draven? After everything?'
Her jaw clenched so tightly she felt her teeth ache.
Meanwhile, Draven simply nodded, not yet responding.
