NOELLE
Sabrina's grip on my wrist is unyielding, her nails digging half-moons into my skin. Her yellow eyes glow brighter, her pupils narrowed to slits, like a predator's.
I try to yank my hand out of her grip, but she doesn't even flinch. Instead, she yanks me closer until our faces are inches apart. Her breath smells faintly of copper and something bitter, like burnt herbs.
"You think you're clever, don't you?" she whispers sweetly. "Eavesdropping like a nosy little rat. You heard everything."
My tongue feels like it's glued to the roof of my mouth. I can't speak.
She tilts her head, studying me with a chilling disdain. I'm so terrified. I don't know what she's going to do next. Worse, I don't know if Azren will reach me before she does anything.
"Pathetic," she murmurs. "You reall
