Elyra simply watched, her face a mask of cold, triumphant satisfaction. "The only danger in this house, girl, is you. And I am here to remove it."
They were in the hallway now, dragging her toward the main staircase. And that's when she saw her.
Ceryne.
The head maid stood at the top of the stairs, a single candle in her hand, her face a perfect, placid mask. But Arin saw the look in her eyes as they met hers. It was a flicker of pure, unadulterated triumph. The serpent had just watched her prey fall into a trap of her own making. Ceryne had known Elyra was coming. She had probably sent for her.
The pieces clicked into place with a sickening finality. Ceryne had orchestrated this entire disaster.
