Elara's POV
The hall erupted in pure panic.
Shouts rang out from every corner. Chairs scraped loudly against the marble floor as people jumped up. My father’s face drained of all color, his own glass slipping from his fingers and shattering into pieces at his feet. The sharp sound cut through the chaos like a gunshot.
But the craziest part? Every single pair of eyes in the room was locked on ‘me.’ Not on the dead man bleeding on the floor with my dagger still sticking out of his forehead. Not on the silver blade that had fallen from his sleeve. They were all staring at me like I was the real monster here.
Tyler bent down quickly and picked up the assassin's dagger, turning it over in his hands with a serious frown.
“Why are you all looking at me like I just killed someone?” I asked, m
