LORA'S POV
I sit in my room, nursing a glass of whiskey, as a feeling of triumph overwhelms me. “Come this time tomorrow Octavia will be no more” I think to myself but just then my complacency is short-lived, as there's a knock at the door.
“Come in” I command and one of my henchmen enter, him faces grim.
"What is wrong?" I ask, my curiosity plagued as I set my glass down.
"Octavia escaped," He replies, his voice urgent.
“What? you let her escape? You are such an i***t" I yell, planting a hellacious slap across his face.
"Forgive me it wasn't intentional Luna. She got wind of our plan and fled the scene."
"How did she find out?" I demand, my voice rising.
"We're not sure, but we've tracked her car," the henchman replies. "She's heading in the direction of the hospital."
My mind
