Chapter 83

There was no way Anna would apologize. Certainly never verbally, but even this stupid faux apology Beth demanded in the form of a drink from the flask? Definitely not. That had always been Anna's weakness, her vanity and pride.

Despite her ability to put on a top-notch performance to fool anyone and everyone of her little vulnerable damsel ways, she had never, ever believed in a sincere apology.

Beth knew her sister. She knew her far too well. She knew every little thing about her down to the dark crevices of her mind, because by the end of her first life in that bed, in that godawful, tear-stained, prison-bed where Matthew had kept her when she began to weaken and grow sick, Annalise had made it a point to come in and taunt her by revealing her true self.

Every ugly thought, every dark scheme, every evil thing she had hidden away - confessed, gleefully.

So she knew well before she ever stuck the flask out at Anna that the girl would only scrunch her nose up, frown, and turn her hea