“Did you see her eyes glow?” I ask. “Because I swear, for a moment when I was torturing her, I saw them glow.
“No, I didn’t… but I felt like she was holding back for some reason. I can’t f*****g explain it, but it feels she was restraining herself.”
"I felt that too... and part of me thinks Lola isn't as weak as she portrays herself to be."
“What if she’s connected to what happened to you three years ago?” Raven whispers. “What if she wasn’t acting on her own?”
I close my eyes. I can still see Lola’s face when she looked at Alec. The manipulation. The entitlement. The hatred when she turned toward me.
It doesn’t feel natural. It feels planted. Twisted in a way.
But I don’t say any of that. Not yet. Because my heart is still bleeding from something else entirely.
My body stiffens bef
