chapter1316

Right now Grace's mind was all on Lucinda. She lowered her voice, trying to sound gentle. Lucinda, I'm back. I'll fix Lydia for you, I promise."

Lucinda's voice came alive on the other end. "Really, Grace?"

Grace nodded, even though Lucinda couldn't see her. "Yeah. She's blind now. As soon as she steps outside the Norwood place, I'll make sure she ends up right where we want her."

Lucinda sounded relieved. "Thank you, Grace. Seriously, thank you."

A cold smile tugged at Grace's lips. "Just wait till I catch her. I'll call you, and you can see for yourself how pathetic she looks."

"Perfect."

Night settled over the city, thick and endless. Lydia walked slowly down the sidewalk, sunglasses hiding her eyes. Juna stayed close, holding onto her arm. The wind whipped around them, rattling the street trees and making the shadows feel even deeper.

"Lydia, are you sure about this? It's dangerous," Juna whispered, worry plain in her voice.

Lydia tilted her head, giving her a small, confident smile. Relax. This is all part of the plan. Grace won't kill me, not yet. We're going to use that. It's the only way to find out what they're really after, and where Night Eagle is."

Grace's people were already watching the Norwood estate, waiting for the right moment. Lydia had no choice but to play along.

As they turned into a narrow alley, figures in black appeared from the shadows, Before Juna could even scream, someone pressed a wet

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goth over her mouth. The sharp, chemical smell hit her, and she soon slipped into unconsciousness.

Lydia tried to fight back, but there were too many of them. A sweet, sickening scent

filled her nose, and everything went black. They dragged both girls into a waiting black van.

The van raced through the city, finally stopping in front of a

half-finished, abandoned building on the outskirts Weeds grew wild

around the place and the cracked walls tooked like something from a nightmare.

Grace stood outside, watching with wicked satisfaction as Lydia and Juna were hauled out of the van.

"Take them upstairs," Grace

snapped. She felt a deep, twisted

thrill. Lydia was finally in her hands. ng Juna always meddling in Lucinda's business, was about to get what she deserved too.

The men dragged Lydia and Juna up the dark, filthy stairwell to the top floor. They tied each of them to a rusty steel beam. A bucket of cold water splashed their faces, jolting them awake.

Lydia, never thought you'd end up like this, did you?" Grace sauntered over, looking down at her. "You always acted so untouchable. Look at you now. You're nothing!"

Lydia lifted her head slowly. She couldn't see, but her voice was steady. "Grace, do you really think this changes anything? You're just desperate.

Grace let out a harsh laugh, her voice echoing around the empty building. Desperate? No, Lydia. Today you're going to learn what happens when you cross me. Boys, show her what I mean."

A few of the men stepped forward, cracking leather whips in their hands. The sound sliced through the air.

Then Grace paused, an idea popping into her mind. "Wait. Let's hold off until Lucinda gets here. She should be the one to do this. She hates Lydia more than anyone. Let her enjoy it."