Page 240 of Bound By Crimson
Editha arched a brow, unbothered, and made her way toward the door. But then she turned, that glint in her eye sharp as ever.
“Oh, he isn’t? That’s funny. Because I spoke to him this morning.”
She circled back—slow, deliberate, like a vulture scenting blood.
“He said he’s willing to come back. To be a husband. A father. All you have to do…”
She paused, smile curving like a blade.
“…is be a good girl. Give him more children. Be what you’re meant to be.”
Lyric’s mouth twisted.
“I will never agree to that,” she snapped. “This family is sick.”
Something shifted.
She didn’t know what was coming—but her instincts screamed:
Move. Now.
Her weight shifted.
Editha noticed.
“Oh, I think you’ve had enough excitement for one night,” she said smoothly.
Then she reached into her pocket.
Pulled out something small.
She held it up between two fingers.
A glint of metal.
A delicate chain.
Her mother’s locket.
“Found this in Edwin’s room. He’s a beautiful child, isn’t he?”
“Don’t expect to see him again...”
She tossed the necklace to the floor.
Lyric dropped to her knees, breath shallow.
It must have fallen off.
Her fingers closed around it—
Click.
Her head snapped up.
Editha was gone.
The door was shut.
