ALIA'S POV
Cordelia sits on her throne after the red-haired woman leaves, with her mischievous eyes lingering on me. What is running in her devilish mind? I thought.
I got lucky when that red-haired woman entered the room; she saved my life. I want to think of it that way to help me feel better, even though it was just a coincidence. However, I find it odd that she kept on stealing glances at me through the corner of her eyes as if she was checking on me.
I don't feel threatened by her presence if you'll ask me; in fact, it appears that she's worried about me.
Lost in thoughts, Cordelia finally breaks the silence. "Thrusting this silver knife..." Cordelia places the blade flat on her palm, her other hand on the handle, "in your heart immediately isn't fun," she says.
