Chapter Forty

Fear creeps its way into Soralina as she whimpers lightly, watching the killer of her brother stalk towards her before placing a finger under her chin and lifting her head up.

"Hmm. Pretty. Really very pretty. But you see, that's the problem." Angela says with a mock pout as she lets go of a trembling Soralina, her eyes brows pulled down in fake worry. "I don't like anything that is prettier than me."

What the fuck is this psychopath saying?

"I don't like it that you are prettier, so I have to do something about it. Oh! You have a twin sister too don't you? Xander did say he had two twins’ sisters. Is she just like you? In looks, I mean? Is she as pretty as you?" Angela asks in disgusting curiosity, her eyes twinkling with interest which only makes Soralina whimper in fear.

"If so, then that is just too bad. I will have to deal with both of you. I really don't like it when something is much better than me. So do you know what I do to people that are much better than me?" Angela asks,