Eleanor's POV
Burnnn, Beatrice drawled, her tone laced with savage glee.
Okay, that was marginally better. The delivery was still a little shaky—you sounded like you were reading a grocery list, not eviscerating your nemesis—but the content? Decent. A solid four out of ten. We can work on the flair.
Priscilla took an involuntary step back, her confidence visibly crumbling. Seizing the moment, I rose to my feet. I took a step toward her, my gaze cold and unwavering.
"And there's more where that came from," I said, my voice low but clear in the dank silence. "Let this be your last and final warning. You, Mom, Dad… all of you need to leave me alone."
The memory of my graduation day flashed in my mind—the degree in my hand, the finality of walking out of their lives without a backward glance. I had done it once. I could do it again, permanently.
