"Emma, you made an enemy out of me the day you betrayed him," Ginevra whispered as her gaze rested on one particular door down the hall.
If she could, she would have killed this traitor a long time ago. People like her didn't deserve to live. Then again, death was too little of a punishment for them.
Emma's face trembled as her gaze followed Ginevra's. In a trembling voice, she said, "I-i I didn't betray Lu…"
It was as if her conscience didn't allow her to call out his name. Probably, she was too guilty to even call out his name.
"I didn't, Ginevra," Emma said, tears making their way down her cheeks.
Ginevra just sneered at her. "You know why I didn't kill you with my own hands?"
Emma just looked at her with painful expressions. She now knew why she deserved all the misfortunes that had befallen her.
