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Carmen had lived through Riley\u2019s ruin. She had watched the light fade from her sister\u2019s eyes after Alpha Alaric and his family tore her apart piece by piece. Carmen wasn\u2019t the same girl she had been in junior high.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had become something new-something sharp, vengeful, and ready to strike.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Carmen stood against the hallway\u2019s icy concrete wall, arms folded, waiting.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t need to hear what they were doing inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She already knew.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ten minutes passed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Long enough.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her toothbrush had been jammed deep into the dorm toilet, its bristles scraping the rim as one of the girls laughed. Her towel had been dragged across the bathroom floor and used to mop up grimy water. Her shampoo and body wash had been tainted with toilet water-again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlmost done. Let\u2019s clean up and head to the dining hall,\u201d one of the girls chirped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then came the sound that froze every muscle in the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Click.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The dorm door opened slowly, and a sudden, deathly silence blanketed the air inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Carmen stood in the doorway, one hand still on the knob, a crooked smile playing on her lips. She leaned casually against the frame, eyes scanning the wreckage of her belongings.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell,\u201d she said smoothly, voice like velvet over a blade. \u201cYou three seem to be having a great time.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The three girls inside stood frozen. Their perfect makeup seemed to crack along with their courage. The blood drained from their faces.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Carmen stepped into the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And locked the door behind her with a slow, deliberate click.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Panic flashed in their eyes like lightning in a storm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cY-you\u2019re back early?\u201d one of them stammered, lips trembling under layers of glossy lip stain. \u201cWe-we were just tidying up a bit for you-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Carmen chuckled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sound was brittle, sharp, and bone-chilling. It cut through the silence like the frozen branch in the dead of winter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her peach-blossom eyes shimmered with a kind of quiet madness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
snap of\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh? If you liked my toiletries that much, you only had to ask.\u201d Her voice was light, almost kind-but beneath it thrummed a power that made the walls seem to press in. \u201cThey\u2019re yours\u00a0<\/p>\n
now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The girls shifted uneasily. They couldn\u2019t read her. They didn\u2019t know what came next. And that terrified them more than any overt threat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then Carmen raised her hand and pointed directly at the bathroom door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cInside. All of you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her voice dropped to ice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to see you use everything. Toothbrush. Shampoo. Body wash. Towel. Everything. While I watch.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Their lip quivered. \u201cN-no\u2026 we can use our own, really-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The smile vanished from Carmen\u2019s face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What replaced it was pure\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t asking.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
frost.\u00a0<\/p>\n
From her coat pocket, Carmen pulled out a butterfly knife.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With a flick of her wrist, the blade danced through the air in a deadly bloom of metal. She twirled it with practiced grace, the sharpened edges catching the dim overhead light with every\u00a0<\/p>\n
motion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The girls backed into the corner like trapped prey.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They whimpered, \u201cP-please don\u2019t do anything crazy\u2026 we were wrong, okay? We\u2019re sorry-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Carmen didn\u2019t blink.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cSorry?\u201d she said sweetly. \u201cOne sorry to erase everything? I must look very easy to fool.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She advanced one step.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remember what I told you two months ago?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The girls shuddered in unison.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Of course they remembered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Carmen had once cornered them in the hallway, her knife cold against the small of their backs, whispering in a voice that haunted their nightmares:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can bully me, but I can kill you. One life for three. That\u2019s a trade I\u2019m happy to make.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tears welled\u00a0<\/p>\n
long gone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
up\u00a0<\/p>\n
in their eyes now. They clung to each other, their pride shattered, their bravado\u00a0<\/p>\n
And Carmen just watched.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Smiling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Eventually, under her command-and her knife-they filed into the bathroom. They scrubbed their teeth with the tainted brush, washed their hair with the contaminated shampoo, rubbed their bodies clean with the towel they had desecrated.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Carmen remained in the doorway, arms folded, watching in serene silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her smile was still there, but it had no warmth. No life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Only control.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGood girls,\u201d she said at last. \u201cNow we understand each other.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because that\u2019s the truth, wasn\u2019t it?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Snakes needed fangs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not to strike, but to survive.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because no matter how much you cowered, begged, or hid-there would always be someone waiting to strike first.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And Carmen?\u00a0<\/p>\n
She\u2019d rather be the first to bite.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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As the girls sobbed and scrambled to their beds, Carmen turned toward the door, her expression unreadable. She ran a hand through her dark hair and exhaled slowly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her thoughts shifted back to the Maybach.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The man who had promised her a return.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Duke.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had driven past like she didn\u2019t exist.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But she wouldn\u2019t let that be the end.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her fingers flexed slightly, as if already imagining grabbing his collar.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Looks like I\u2019ll be heading to the Silverfang Den tonight, she thought coldly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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