Abigail
Gina Wolfe stood before me, all wrapped up in a white ball gown with ruffles. Her cold eyes glittered with amusement as they trailed over me.
For a second, neither of us spoke. This was the first time I was facing her since I learned the truth. Since I found out that she and Devin had a hand in my parents' deaths.
And she had the audacity to look so unbothered. My hands curled into fists at my sides, but I forced my face into a calm mask. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing me lose my shit. If she thought getting rid of me was going to be easy, then she was wasting her time.
What on earth was she even doing here? I hadn't noticed her back at the racetrack. Did she just arrive?
"Well." The old witch tilted her nose up in the air as if I reeked of garlic. "If it isn't the little Kellerman girl who thinks she's clever. You must think you're pretty smart?"
