Meredith.
She froze mid-step. Then slowly, she turned. As soon as she saw it was me, she tilted her chin high, her smirk sharp enough to cut.
Behind me, I felt Deidra's quiet presence. I didn't take my eyes off Wanda when I said, "Wait here."
"Yes, my lady," Deidra replied softly.
I walked forward, closing the space between us, each step deliberate. Wanda's smirk deepened, as though she had been expecting me.
"I received your letter," I said flatly.
Her brows rose a fraction, then she laughed under her breath, tilting her head in mock innocence. "And how can I help you?"
My stomach twisted with disgust at her arrogance, but my face remained smooth, unreadable. "I've read your letter, Wanda. But I have one question for you."
"Oh?" She chuckled, smugness dripping from her tone. "Don't tell me you want to ask how I knew about Draven's unimaginable intentions for you?"
