**~ Hazel's POV ~**
My heart pounded violently in my chest as I calculated my next move. One wrong step—and it was over.
She stood in front of me, gripping the rope tight, a smug grin playing on her lips. I had already memorized the angle. I knew exactly where the wolfsbane would drop if she pulled it. All I needed was a little distraction.
So I steadied my breath and decided to play her game.
"Cyrius can't love you," I said calmly. "You're wasting your time, dear."
She scoffed, unbothered. "Oh, I don't need him to love me… to make him mine." Her smirk made my skin crawl.
"Yours?" I laughed coldly. "You seem to be forgetting you're talking to his true mate."
"Nonsense!" she spat. "That man will forget you soon enough. He even told me to get rid of you."
"Shut up!" I yelled, fury burning through me.
"Oh? Surprised?" she taunted, voice dripping with venom. "Your darling Cyrius doesn't care about you anymore."
"He would rather die than be stuck with you!" I roared.
