Whitney had only known part of the truth before. Hearing the full horror from Wisteria's mouth all at once was too much. Her face turned pale, her hand flew to her mouth, and her body trembled like she couldn't decide whether to cry or collapse.
Wisteria walked toward her slowly, steps calm and almost casual, and bent until their faces were level.
"What's wrong?" she asked with a mocking smile. "Just hearing it makes you sick, doesn't it?"
"Oh, the great eldest daughter of the Sanders pack. So noble. So untouchable." She tilted her head. "You and your sister really are lucky. One comes back from the dead. The other — clearly a prisoner — is protected by Taylor." Her tone grew colder. "He keeps you locked under his control, and you think that's unfair? Without him, you would have been killed a thousand times over. Used up. Thrown away. Dumped in the ocean for the fish."
Her gaze traced Whitney's face slowly.
"Such a pretty face. Is this what you used to seduce Taylor?"
