Anastasia's stomach churned, her fists clenching as Avery's words hung heavy in the air.
"Oh well, since you don't want to hug me, I guess there's nothing I can do about that. You don't know how happy I am to see you again after so long, Anastasia."
The way Avery kept saying those words made her blood boil with rage—rage she fought hard to contain.
"You've already lost Angelina and Elizabeth," Avery said, her lips curling into a dark smile that sent a chill down Anastasia's spine. "I'm sure you wouldn't want to lose Eve as well." She took a step closer, her voice dripping with mock sweetness.
"I saw how you're bonding with her. Now, wouldn't it be disappointing if I..." She trailed off, letting the unspoken threat linger in the air. Anastasia's heart sank, knowing exactly what Avery was implying.
"You're just like them! You're no different! Don't you have any conscience left in you?"
