A jarring shock tore through me, and I violently jerked awake, my heart slamming against my chest as I bolted upright.
I was drenched in sweat, and what happened flitted through my mind.
Melody…
My friend—or the woman I thought was my friend—had tried to kill me. There had been nothing behind her gaze. Like I had never even mattered.
What WAS she?
I clutched my wrist to my chest, choking back a sob.
I couldn't believe my childhood friend had tried to kill me.
I could still see her emotionless stare, and it felt like a knife in my chest.
I looked around and a sinking feeling made me go still as I realised this was Lord Fashire's bed-chamber.
He was still alive?
I had seen Melody slit his throat, and all that blood… There was no way he could have survived that.
And yet I was in his chamber. In his bed.
Which meant—
The door shifted and my senses went on high alert as he walked in.
