Agatha's POV

I hated her. Every time she smiled at me, it made my skin crawl. That fake, innocent smile like she didnt remember a thing. Like I hadnt smashed her head into the floor with my own two hands. She looked at me like I was just another friendly face.

She forgot everything. That was supposed to be my win. She wasn't exactly supposed to survive anyway. But instead of being scared or confused, Autumn was smiling. Acting polite. Acting ...