Moira's POV

Victoria studies me with that one remaining eye, her twisted features contorting into something that might have been a smile. The sight makes my stomach clench with revulsion and something deeper—pity.

"You're truly pathetic, Victoria."

Her head snaps back like I've slapped her. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me." I lean forward as much as the chains allow, meeting her gaze without flinching. "You're so selfish ...