Long before the night Mira planned to spill Elia’s blood, the sun was still high, hanging lazily in the afternoon sky.
Elia sat in her chamber, her slender fingers trembling with anticipation and her heart pounded as she reached for the parchment on her desk. She had been waiting… hoping for a reply to the desperate message she had sent to Anana.
Her eyes raced across the inked words.
Tears welled in her eyes as the parchment slipped slightly from her fingers. Her chest swelled with joy and a sob of relief broke free, and she pressed the parchment to her lips. Anana was coming.
Her heart whispered over and over, I will be saved. I just have to hold on a little longer.
Unbeknownst to Elia, she was not the only one who had read those words. Mira’s personal assassin had seen the parchme
