“Good to know my reputation precedes me.” Johanna smirked, grabbing a cleaning pad and rubbing her arm down before sinking the needle into her vein. As she pushed the plunger, she sighed with relief. “And you should know that this is what comes of people like you.”
Vendetta cringed as the needle went through her skin. She quickly glanced away, looking back as she heard her sigh. “People like me? People who are from the capitol or people who are related to Snow? Neither are my fault, I can’t control my luck. Though, I wouldn’t consider being Snow’s Granddaughter lucky.”
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