Ella
Vanya’s voice still echoed inside my head, hoarse with fury and fear.
Emily would’ve used her position as host to lead a ‘drunk’ Wane to some hidden room. Then she’d take your place. She’d sleep with him. She’d twist his mistake into a lifetime of control. That woman is evil.
I lay there on the cold grass, staring up at the fractured moonlight filtering through the trees, and for the first time that night, the rage burned hotter than the fire in my veins.
I didn’t know exactly how far Emily would have gone if her plan had worked. I didn’t know how many lies she would have spun, how many tears she would have faked, or how she would have rewritten the truth until Wane himself began to doubt his own memories.
But I knew this much.
Tonight, she had almost succeeded.
And even though
