Elma POV
"Are you just going to hover in the doorway all night, or are you going to bring the bloody dress inside?"
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
I stopped pacing and let out a heavy sigh. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be snapping at you. I’m just... on edge tonight. Put it on the bed."
She walked over and laid the bag down gently. But instead of bowing and scurrying out like the rest of the castle staff usually did, she hesitated. She stood at the edge of the mattress, wringing her hands together.
"Is there something else?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
"For what? Yelling at you?"
"For saving my sister, Lora," the girl said, looking up to meet my eyes. For the first time since I arrived in this cold, hostile pack, I heard actua
