Elara's pov
The door slammed shut, and for a long moment, the only sound in the room was the echo of that desperate wail.
I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands twisted together in my lap, staring at the empty doorway like I expected her to step back through it.
Nothing about what had just happened made sense to me.
Out of everyone in this manor, Vanya should have hated me more than anyone.
Her father had died because of what happened to me. Even if Silas had been cruel, he had still been her father.
Mai was muttering under her breath while she straightened the pillow with more force than necessary. "I do not care what tears she had in her eyes. That girl is trouble."
"Maybe I should have listened to her," I whispered. "Just for a second."
