Chapter 95

HAZEL

She was pressing her small frame against the woman next to her and when I lifted my gaze all I could see was that it wasn’t Ophelia, it wasn’t her mother who walked her in here.

The woman wore a grim expression, she looked like a younger Mrs. Smith with a deep frown that had formed wrinkles around her lips. Her auburn hair was dry and bristly, held back with a thick green pin.

Kiera was watching us with her bunny held close and her eyes rounded and big, brimming with innocence and fear.

Where the hell was her mother? She shouldn’t be alone, or with whoever that crank was standing next to her. The little girl was begging to be held close but the woman wasn’t giving her anything, not even a hand to hold.

The air in the room shifted once again as yet another person entered. Stilettos clicked against the floor sounding like power as it echoed around us and her slender arms swayed at her sides while she strutted toward the group.

Ophelia walked i