Se connecterI set the glass down on the table before I dropped it or shattered it. My hands were shaking too hard to trust my own motor functions.Bianca was still talking, something about her plans for the future, about alliances and trade agreements and all the things a proper heir should care about. But I co
Liora’s POVI stood frozen, the glass of punch still clutched in my hand so tightly I could feel the glass starting to crunch under my grip, as Bianca walked into the grand hall on my father’s arm.She looked like a queen already. The gown, the tiara, the way she held her head high as she surveyed t
I thought about Mrs. Oakes’ office and the letter with the gold trim and my father’s seal, and all the times I had opened my mouth and closed it again because I was being told to keep it a secret.I thought about Callum on the floor of that root cellar, pulling the rope off my wrists.I opened my mo
Liora’s POVI smelled cheap detergent and something faintly musty underneath the faint trace of fast food somewhere nearby. I blinked my eyes open and found a low, popcorn ceiling hanging above me, a large water stain in one corner.I frowned. The last thing I remembered, I was in a dark room. A cel
Callum’s POVEvery time I blinked, I saw her there. Liora. On the floor of that cellar. On her side. Still in the dress my mother had given her with her wrists behind her back, dirt on her cheek, and her skin as white as snow.It was my fault. All of it.I sat in the back seat with her head in my la
I wasn’t sure how much time passed before I heard the knock.Mia glanced at me. I sat up.The door opened and Callum stepped inside. The first thing I did was look at his face to see where we stood. He looked calmer than when he’d walked away, but not entirely settled. He glanced at Mia and Zane.“C
Liora’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke was the sensation of warm sunlight spilling across my cheek and hair. Then came the soft pillow beneath my head, and the plush blanket covering my body.The next thing I noticed was the pain in my hand. But that was nothing compared to the scent tha
Callum’s POVI almost saved her.She was close. So close. Close enough to grab her limp wrist and sling her over my back and make a run for it before the rogue even noticed she was gone.But I had been stupid. I hadn’t paid attention to where I was stepping, and my foot had crunched on a twig before
Liora’s POV“Emma Parson?”“Here.”“Jacob Perkins.”“Here.”“Marissa Price?”There was no answer. The professor looked up, glancing around the room over the rims of his glasses. “Marissa Price?” he repeated.Still no response. I lifted my head, looking over at the empty desk at the front of the room
I blinked, confused. “Sorry,” the girl said. “You two look so similar. I thought you were her for a second.”“Oh. No,” I replied. “But we’re looking for her. She’s late for an important exam. Have you seen her?”The girl shook her head, then replied, “I actually haven’t seen her last night.” She wru







