Chapter 62 – Target chosen
Isolde remained silent after Cassius's words. Her mind stalled — then, like a clock rewinding — every moment she had lived because of her sister replayed itself inside her head.
Everything she had been denied. Everything taken from her. All of it simply because of her sister's existence.
If it had only been that — if it had simply been Anesthesia's presence naturally drawing light and warmth toward herself — then Isolde might have at least tried to bleed out the bitterness and anger directed at her.
But it wasn't only that.
Anesthesia unmistakably enjoyed taking everything from her. Not because she needed it. Not because she was evil in the purest sense. But because she could, and because she believed she had the right to have whatever she wanted.
That was who Anesthesia Amaris was. A woman who viewed the world as a game where every rule had been written in her favour.
