Chapter 133

••• Victoria’s POV ••• Her presence filled the room like poison. I didn’t need to lift my head to know it was her. The heavy perfume clinging to her like rot in a silk bottle, the smug rhythm of her breath. “Look at you,” Evelyn sneered. “Still pretending to be strong.” I didn’t flinch. Not when her heels clicked across the floor. Not when her shadow danced across the wall like a demon’s silhouette. Not when she crouched just a few feet away from me, dagger flashing at her side. “I thought you’d scream when I came in,” she mused, her voice syrupy sweet with madness. “Beg, maybe. Plead for your pathetic life.” I slowly lifted my eyes, meeting hers. Blood-red lips. Hair curled to perfection. No bump. Not yet. But she pressed one palm to her stomach like it was a crown. “You’ll be forgotten, you know,” she said softly. “The world will move on. The packs will turn the page. No one will even whisper your name.” I said nothing. “You’re not even worth a monument. You’ll die in this hole, and