To assume she was defenseless, was to assume she was dumb. That was the thing about Karma, careful planning was required to deal with all situation, or so is her motto.
When Karma reached the mansion, it echoed oddly. She threw her bag on the floor, toeing off her heels and sinking into the comfortable couch.
A small smile spread on her lips as she reminisced the first time she had sitted on this same couch. She had been nervous as hell, her breath were short and raspy.
She had looked like a well used rag, worn and wrung. And that was how she felt. Her body slowing fading away, her mind fraught and withered.
Not only had she been poisoned, she had been poisoned but her stepsister. Who of course, had to make sure the poison had been administered in small doses until her body can take no more.
And then, Seraphina had played her winning card. She had seduced Ethan.
