Elena opened her eyes and stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling overhead, white plaster with heavy beams, or vigas, bisecting its surface. For just a second or two, she couldn’t recall where she was, since that ceiling didn’t look like the one at Ava’s house, or the one from the bedroom where she’d spent most of her life. Then she remembered she was at Lorna’s condo. She was sleeping here because she’d had a huge fight with Alessandro and had walked out.
Damn. That brief moment when she didn’t remember what had happened the day before had been way too short.
But now memory rushed back, and she had to deal with all of it — not just her argument with the Escobar warlock and the subsequent shattering of their fragile relationship, but also her betrayal by her own family.
Right then, she wasn
