Chapter 18 A Taste Of Her Own Medicine.

Alexandra stood with her arms wrapped around her body, enjoying the evening’s breeze and no longer bothered by her past encounter with Lucien.

It was a wonder how she could shove the thought of him out of her mind in little under ten minutes when in the past he was all she thought about.

Another sigh escaped her pink lips and in that moment, she caught someone approaching from the perplex vision of her eyes.

Octavia.

As much as she tried to, the blonde couldn’t stop her lips from curving up in a wicked way. She had expected the brunette and was waiting like bait waiting for its prey.

As Octavia got closer, she quickly wiped off the smile from her lips, placing on her icy mask as she turned to face the brunette.

“Ariadne…”

The blonde cringed at the sound of her past name. She always hated hearing it from Octavia’s mouth as the brunette never seemed to pronounce it right, spoiling the beauty of the name.

Before the witch herself could utter another word, Alexandra cut in, voice stern an