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    “What—what did you throw at us?” Nelly cried, trembling, her voice hoarse from the powder.


    A faint, dangerous smile curved Davina’s lips. “Take a guess.”


    “Did you—did you poison us?” Nelly stammered, her whole body quivering.


    “Poison?”


    Terence’s face nched. In blind rage, he lunged toward her.


    “How dare you! I’ll kill you!”


    Before he could touch her, Ralphy stepped in and kicked him aside with swift, brutal precision.


    Beneath the ck mask, his sharp features were carved in cold fury—his gaze glinted like frost.


    Anyone who dared harm the woman he loved would wish they had never done it.


    “Oh my God! Honey!” Nelly screamed, rushing to Terence’s side, tears streaming down her face. “Honey, are you alright?”


    To her, these people were just vile wretches, tormenting them endlessly. One day, she swore, they’d make Davina and her men pay.


    Davina shot them a final, icy nce before striding out of the parlor.


    She had no time to waste. Her mother’s ashes were all that mattered now.


    Her mother had loved peaceful ces, ces touched by beauty and light. Davina had already bought a resting spot in a serene cemetery.


    Once she recovered her mother’s remains, she would let her mother rest in peace.


    Inside the car, Ralphy turned to her and asked, “That powder you threw at them—what was it? What does it actually do?”


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    As he spoke, he pulled off his ck mask, uncovering a face so strikingly handsome it could turn heads anywhere.


    “Poison. It’ll make them feel pain deep in their bones—every single night,” Davina answered without a flicker of hesitation.


    It was a special toxin—one Christina had made solely for her, a weapon crafted for the Murrays.


    Davina didn’t merely want that family destroyed; she wanted them to suffer, night after night, praying for death that would nevere.


    Killing them outright would have been far too kind—nothing close to enough to quiet the fury burning inside her.


    “That strong? Where did you get it?” Ralphy asked, curiosity in his voice.


    Davina cast him a sidelong nce. “Bought it off the ck market. If you want one, go find it yourself.”


    She had no intention of revealing the truth. The poison had been specially made by Christina, and there wasn’t anything like it anywhere in the world.


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