Carlos’s gaze swept over the angry red rashes marring my skin. His expression remained indifferent.
"Stephen was a little too playful this time. I brought you allergy medicine, take it. Don’t let it ruin tonight’s banquet."
Even with his wife long gone, he hosted a grand banquet every year on her birthday, ensuring the world never forgot the woman he cherished.
For years, I had tread carefully within the Davis family, bowing to his every command without question.
The moment I swallowed the pill, the servants flanking Carlos seized me, forcing me down onto the sofa. My arms and legs were pinned, leaving me no room to struggle.
Two masked men stepped forward, one holding a cup of pigment, the other gripping a tattoo needle. Without hesitation, the needle pierced straight into the open wounds on my leg.
Agony shot through me, my vision going stark white. My breath caught in my throat as the color drained from my face.
Carlos gazed down at me, his voice laced with frost.
"Stephen may be mischievous, but you should have known better than to wear a color Evie despised on her birthday. I’ve told you before that nothing she disliked is permitted in this house."