Chapter 3

The blood transfusion hit Grace exactly the way I knew it would. Red, angry welts bloomed across her skin within hours.

She clawed at her arms and buried her face in Charles' chest, sobbing like a lost child.

"Charles, it itches so bad," she whimpered. "Am I allergic to Evelyn's blood? She still hates me, doesn't she?"

Charles looked at Grace's once-pretty face, now swollen and blotchy with red welts, and he nearly lost his mind with worry.

He stormed into my room while I was casually painting my nails.

Charles shouted, "Evelyn! What the hell did you do to…