Chapter 133

"You know, it's the height of your shameless nature that always manages to marvel me," Melanie, draped in an ankle length evening gown, and hanging off the arm of an old man, took several steps towards Bellatrix. She watched her approach, keeping her expression as neutral as possible despite the urge to roll her eyes, or better yet, snap Melanie's neck. Because, how dare she speak about shame when she was a culprit behind the fire that had burnt her work, that had nearly killed her. That has gotten her into this situation. Her gaze darkened. She wouldn't have been here, stuck with Cillian for three whole fucking months, if Melanie hadn't started that God damn fire. So yes, the last thing she wanted to hear coming out of that trashy mouth of hers, was talking about being shameless. "If you really want to discuss the topic of shame," Bellatrix started, her gaze drifting towards Melanie's companion—a short, fat middle aged man, with a balding spot at the center of his hair and receding ha