“Don’t you dare speak Molly’s name!”
Elena’s chest heaved as she struggled to contain her spiraling emotions. Her eyes flashed with a raw, jagged pain that made Marco instantly regret his words. “I’ll pretend I didn't hear a word of that. Just like I’ll pretend last night never happened. Pack the bags. We’re leaving the Royal Court immediately.”
Elena turned and stormed out of the room. Marco let out a long, heavy sigh, moving quickly to gather their few belongings before following her.
Molly had been gone for years, yet her name was still a live wire that could electrocute anyone who touched it. Marco could still see the horror in Elena’s eyes whenever she looked at high buildings—the memory of Molly jumping, the sickening thud as she hit the pavement right in front of her sister, and
