Chapter 167

Bellatrix watched as Regina's head snapped in her direction and her eyes grew wide, surprise flickering across her expression before she could stop it. “You,” she seethed, her expression morphing from surprise into the cold canvas of hatred and resentment Bellatrix had grown familiar with. “You have an awful lot of guts coming in here.” Like she hadn't pretended to be sick and fragile in the first place, Regina kicked the covers off her and slipped out of her bed. Her legs hit the floor with a thud and her steps, as she approached, were just as loud. Bellatrix watched her, expression bored, almost emotionless. She didn't flinch when Regina stood in front of her, arms on her hip like a proud hippie, eyes glaring daggers down at her like she'd been the one wronged here. Like all these years, she'd been the victim. “What's the meaning of this?” Regina asked. She didn't reply immediately, purposely didn't. Perhaps staying near Cillian was rubbing off on her in some kind of way. Instead, sh