Meredith.
"Your chef? Don't make me laugh, Meredith. This estate solely belongs to Draven. Nothing here belongs to you. Or have you been dreaming of stealing something of his'?"
I took a slow step forward, locking eyes with her. "I am Draven Oatrun's wife. Which makes this my household as much as his. I don't need to steal anything, unlike some people with dangerous covetous desires."
"I wonder who those people are," she said to me, meeting my gaze head-on without even as much flinching.
She was confident. But I was more confident than she was.
"Well, those people know themselves and would never ever admit to the truth publicly, even if they are injected with a wolfsbane. The only way to expose them is to publicly disgrace them."
Wanda's face darkened, her jaw clenching. I had struck a nerve.
