How were they going to make me the sacrificial lamb ? That was the big question. Confusion was written all over my face. I was about to ask a question but the biting pain on my cheeks reminded me of the consequences.
"You are going to invite your in-laws to your brother's wedding for me." Angeline lips widened into a dark wicked grin. The type that psychopaths wore. "You look like you're dying to ask me a question. Ask, love."
Though both my cheeks hurt, I asked her. " What did the Greystone do to you?" I wondered what they had done to her to make her this hateful towards them. She had to hate them so much to not care if she was hurting an innocent person.
