Amelia POV
The woman's smile deepened, her eyes glinting with something dark—something twisted.
I took a step back, but the cold marble wall pressed against my spine, trapping me. My pulse hammered wildly, each frantic beat a warning.
This isn't real. It can't be real.
Yet, she stood there, flesh and bone, draped in the same elegant gown she had worn at the gala. Her presence was suffocating, her beauty laced with venom.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the rush of blood in my ears.
She tilted her head, her blonde curls tumbling over her shoulder. "I just came to see how you were doing," she mused, her tone dripping with false sweetness, ignoring the first question I asked. "After all, you took quite a fall."
A chill slithere
