Chapter 17

Chapter 17:

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Zoe stepped forward, forcing a smile that never reached her eyes, and extended her hand to snatch the vial from Cathryn. “Jordyn is your sister. I knew you wouldn’t stand by and watch her struggle with those scars.”

But Cathryn dodged Zoe’s hand by flicking the bottle up into the air. “There is only one dose in the world,” she said. “If it breaks, her scars will stay with her forever.”

With a languid rhythm, Cathryn kept tossing the bottle, each arc higher than the last.

Zoe’s and Jordyn’s gazes tracked every rise and fall, dread tightening with each toss.

Jordyn’s stomach twisted. If she bore those marks for life, Liam would, in all probability, never make out with her again. Marriage to him would recede into a future she might never reach. If removing those scars meant winning him back, she told herself she would pay any price.