Anya tips her head to the side, sympathy written all over her face. Then she grabs her purse from the end of the bed and walks towards the door, stopping for only a second to lay a hand on my shoulder. “First rule of surviving in our world, Cora: don’t trust anyone.”
Before I can say anything else, Anya closes the door behind her.
My phone rings not long after Anya leaves. “Hi,” Jorden says when I answer, her voice surprisingly sharp. “Do you have a second?”
I sit on the window seat and tuck my feet under me. “I have nothing but seconds.”
“Has Ivan said anything to you?”
I chew on my cheek. “He’s said a lot of things.” You’re an empty vessel I can use as I please. As bait. As a wife. That’s what makes you perfect for this, Cora. “Like what in particular?”
“Like…I don’t know,” she mum
