Kira’s POV
I exhaled sharply, rubbing my hands down my thighs as if that would erase the feeling of Liana’s fingers.
My pulse was still too loud, too quick. The attic suddenly felt smaller than a coffin.
‘Okay… Abby,’ I muttered in my head, staring at the cracked window like she might answer through the glass. ‘If you’re in there, now would be a great time to help me out.’
Silence.
I rolled my eyes at myself and kept going anyway.
‘Seriously, if you can hear me, maybe drop a manual? A list? A sticky note?’ I thought, as though I conjured her up for a meeting. ‘Something like… ‘Here’s how to survive my messed up life without dying again.’ Or maybe, ‘Here’s who you can trust so you don’t get stabbed, poisoned, or seduced by your own maid.’
Nothing. Not even a twitch in my chest.
I si
