Chapter 408

"What's your name?" Fiona Grandelle stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Beneath that familiar face hid an entirely different soul. The prolonged silence had almost convinced her their encounter at the bar that night was just a hallucination.

"Killer." The reflection curled its lips into a cold smirk.

She despised the original owner of this body. That spineless coward who couldn't even fight back—who would cower in a corner after having hot soup thrown at her.

"Killer?" Vivian Laurent arched a brow. The name suited her, just like the lethal precision she'd shown with a gun that night.

The burn scars still marred Killer's face, but they couldn't conceal the sharp edge in her bones. Royal blood ran thick—even disfigurement couldn't erase the innate aura of nobility.

"Sophia Evans, was it?"

Killer's tongue flicked over her canine, eyes glinting with bloodlust.

Vivian immediately seized her wrist. "Don't even think about it."

If this lunatic went on a killing spree now, tomorrow's headlines would be all about royal scandal. Bullets were easy—cleaning up the aftermath wasn't.

"That idiot would just cry when people called her ugly." Killer shook off Vivian's grip. "Waste of oxygen."

"She was just too kind."

"Kind?" Killer suddenly grabbed Vivian by the throat. "If you hadn't interfered—"

The sound of the door unlocking cut her off. Emily Garnache rushed in with an ice pack, beaming as she headed for Fiona. "Here, put this on!"

She was met with a gaze as sharp as a blade.

"Fiona?" Emily froze. She'd never seen her best friend wear such a terrifying expression.

Vivian stepped between them. "She just woke up. Still unstable."

"Don't listen to those idiots." Emily reached for Killer's hand. "You'll always be the most beautiful princess to me."

The moment Killer shoved her away, Vivian hissed under her breath, "Play along if you want to stay invisible."

The glare of the mirror hid the darkness in Killer's eyes. It was true—even the king didn't know another soul lived inside this body.