Ava’s POV
I push aside the darkness that had been building inside me and step forward, my eyes locked on the one person I've been searching for. Bea.
She's standing opposite me, her eyes wary, her face pale. She looks... fragile. Weak.
"You," I spit out the word, my voice dripping with venom. "You're the one I've been searching for."
Bea steps back, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. But I'm not going to let her get away.
"I see you're still as pathetic as ever," I sneer. "You think you're so special just because you got to stay away from our mother? Newsflash, Bea: she didn't care about either of us. She used us both for her gain."
Bea's eyes flash with anger, and for a moment, I see a glimmer of Mother in her eyes, the one I used to know. But it'
