Chapter 17: Ophelia’s POV

Sylvia's face flushed a deep, mottled purple.

At the same moment, I applied a precise, practiced pressure to her arm.

She screamed in pain. "Ah! Get off me! Die, you little bitch!"

Spurred by the sudden agony, she thrashed violently and shoved me away with all her strength.

I let every ounce of resi...