LIORA’S POV
I had barely made it inside my pavilion when a knock sounded at the door.
My heart was still racing from what I’d just witnessed, Elora’s blood-spattered face still burned fresh in my mind. I pressed myself against the wall, willing whoever it was to go away.
The knock came again, lighter this time. It sounded almost cheerful.
“Liora? Are you in there?”
Elora’s voice.
My blood turned to ice. I couldn’t answer and couldn't move. Maybe if I stayed quiet, she would think I wasn’t here and leave.
“I know you’re in there, darling. I saw you run off.” A pause. “Won’t you let me in? I’d like to talk.”
The doorknob turned.
I’d forgotten to lock it.
Elora stepped inside, and I watched in horror as her face transformed. She was no longer angry, the savage gleam in her eyes was
