Ravenna's POV
The moment we entered the room, the mood shifted like a gust of cold air had blown through.
Sitting in the living room as though she owned it, legs crossed elegantly, was Diana. Her dark hair was swept into a flawless twist, her silk blouse falling perfectly over her shoulders, a porcelain teacup poised in her hand. She looked smug, like she had been waiting for us for some time.
My stomach sank at the sight of her. She couldn't help herself. Barely twenty-four hours after her public disgrace at the banquet, she was already back again, hungry for another round.
"Ah," Diana's voice chimed, sweet and sharp all at once. "You are finally back. I thought I'd have to wait for a very long time. I've been sitting here quite a while."
Beside me, Marissa's body went st
