Snow White A — Tale Of Terror

Behind her, she heard Claudia laughing. Not running. Walking. Because Claudia did not need to rush. The forest belonged to her. The roots would trip Lilia. The thorns would hold her. And when dawn came, the mirror would show exactly where the girl had hidden.

Her father was dead. A hunting accident, Claudia had said, her voice dripping with practiced grief. His horse had thrown him onto a broken antler. But Lilia had seen the bruise on his neck shaped like a woman’s hand. Snow White A Tale Of Terror

“You were always too curious,” the stepmother said, descending the stone steps with a candle in one hand and the bone brush in the other. Her shadow stretched behind her like a cloak of teeth. “I told your father to beat it out of you. But he was soft. They are all soft.” Behind her, she heard Claudia laughing

Gregor was waiting at the gate. His brothers stood behind him, silent as stones. Because Claudia did not need to rush

Lilia woke with a scream caught in her throat.