Zara Fen POV,
I forced my eyes open, the early morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the room, illuminating a scene that made my heart stop.
I wasn’t in my workshop. I wasn't in the safety of Silas’s wing.
I was on a bed that smelled of lilies and betrayal. I looked down at my body, and a silent scream caught in my throat. My mustard silk gown, the one Silas had gifted me and Emily had dressed me in for the ball was shredded on the floor, the bondice was torn apart and the fine silk hanging around my waist.
"No," I whispered, the word cracking in the silence.
I scrambled to sit up, my head spinning with a violent, nauseating throb. That was when I saw the note. It was lying on the pillow where a head should have been. But it wasn't the note Elara had sent to me.
