**Elena’s POV**
My eyes flew open, but my vision was blurry.
I tried to gasp for air, but I choked on the water running down my face. My cheek was pressed against the freezing marble floor, and my hair was a soaked, tangled mess, clinging to my neck. The front of my peach blouse was heavy and translucent, stuck to my skin.
I groaned and tried to turn my head.
Lucia sat on the white couch. She didn't look worried or like a friend who had just seen her best friend faint. She sat with her legs crossed, a fresh glass of wine in her hand, looking like she was watching a boring movie.
“Welcome back to the land of the living,” she said. Her voice was as sharp as a razor. “I warned you to prepare for the worst. I guess your heart is as weak as your personality.”
Her lips curled into a sneer.
