Lana’s P.O.V.
I opened my eyes, seeing where Emily had brought me, either this was a sick joke or Emily truly was a damn good witch. Since I was standing inside of a cell, in France, in the 17th century, looking at Elise’s dead body which was lying in front of me… Looking at my own dead body. I froze, I didn’t know if I needed to start crying, empty my stomach, laugh… I honestly believed this must be the same feeling people would have, who would go into shock after seeing something traumatizing. But I looked aside, hearing Jamie gasp for air, as he looked down at the same scene that I was looking at. And it made me wonder who would be hurt the most by seeing this display. Me, looking over my own dead body. Or Jamie, looking down at the love of his life, dead. Jamie quickly looked away, pr
