Iliana’s POV:
Throwing my head against the door, I squeezed my eyes shut and panted heavily. His words, dripping with dark desire and sinful temptation, echoed in my head and burned me from the inside out.
Suddenly, I jumped out of my skin as a deafening shriek erupted. It belonged to Thea. And it was coming from my bedroom. The bedroom where I’d dumped those nails…fuck.
Peeling away from the door, I stormed into my bedroom and found Thea studying the nails as if they were some cute set of acrylics she had purchased recently.
She didn’t seem afraid at all. If anything, she was intrigued as she grazed her fingers over the edges of the bloodied nails.
Noticing me in the doorway, she whipped around. Her lips stretched into a creepy grin as she drawled, “Is it what I think it is, Iliana?”
