The moment they cleared a path, in less than a second, Shirley pounced like a ferocious tiger.
With a chuckle, I raised my hand, and before she could fully reach me, I delivered a sharp slap across her cheek.
The resounding crack echoed through the room, leaving Shirley flabbergasted.
She recoiled, touching her smarted cheek, aghast at the audacity of my response. Debra, you dare hit me?
With my chin held high and my composure unwavering, I responded calmly, I am Andrews fiancee, the future lady of this manor. Whats wrong with striking an uninvited intruder?
Ah! A shrill cry of fury erupted from Shirleys lips, her rage bordering on hysteria as she spat hateful words. Who do you think you are? Bitch! A lowly mixed-blood witch! Youre unworthy of marrying Andrew. If it werent for my mother holding me back, I would have killed you already!
My eyebrows flicked upward.
Angered words often held a grain of truth, and Shirleys blatant honesty left little room for doubt about her intentions.
She really wanted to kill me.
But I wasnt the least bit afraid.
So what if Im lowly? I retorted with a cold scoff, my tone laced with disdain as I mocked her. This lowly person has managed to snatch your Andrew. Does that sting? He would rather be with me, a mixed-blood witch, over someone like you, which speaks volumes about how unsatisfactory you are.
You. Shirleys features contorted in a grotesque display of fury, her voice shrill with anger. Youre nothing but a shameless slut! Im going to kill you right now!
With a vicious expression, she charged towards me, her eyes ablaze with murderous intent. No matter what, Ill never let someone as lowly as you marry Andrew. Youre not worthy of it!
I noticed she raised her hand, a white light flickered to life in her palm.
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She was about to use her witch power to kill me!
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Debras POV:
The attack could kill me or leave me paralyzed.
My heart sank as I mulled over turning into a wolf to dodge it, but then out of nowhere, this cold, bossy ladys voice cut through the air.
Shirley, how much longer are you going to keep this up?
Her voice was stern, like a parent scolding their kid. And it was accompanied by the steady clack of high heels.
Shirley stopped in her tracks, her power fading fast as fear flashed in her eyes; she froze and turned to face the newcomer.
Ms. Miller, Shirley muttered quietly as the woman got closer.
For the first time, I saw a flicker of guilt and embarrassment in Shirleys eyes.
Huh?