Viktoria POV
I shake my head twice with the vehemence of a drunk who’s trying to convince herself that the world didn’t just splinter before her eyes. It's not just the bottle, it must be something about the physics of the world that’s messing with her perception of reality.
Is this servant’s feet three inches off the floor, or is my mind making it up? I shake my head again, and gape at Ruby’s feet to see she’s standing firmly on the carpet. Her feet are not floating.
Blood returns slowly to the extremities of my hands and my breathing starts again. Still a little lightheaded, I look into the girl’s eyes. I need to be sure so I touch her cheek, then raise her chin.
“Where are you from,” I ask her.
“From here . . . this pack.”
Okay. It was just an illusion, she can leave. I didn’t see
