The bone-deep chill filling the room seemed to freeze Dorian's limbs solid. He stared at the horrifying sight before him, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
"Lila... what in God's name are you doing?"
For four years, he had considered himself her savior, her soft spot. She had never once spoken a harsh word to him. It was precisely that inflated confidence that allowed him to question her now, even beneath her murderous gaze.
Lila stepped over the frost-coated rim of the cryogenic casket, walking slowly toward him. Her eyes were empty, cold, and razor-sharp. "Did you not hear me? I told you to get out."
Only then did Dorian realize that the woman standing before him bore no resemblance to the Lila he thought he knew. A profound, terrifying unease took root in his chest. He took an in
