CHAPTER 95
A cold shiver ran down Isabella's spine. The memory of those empty sockets staring into her own back in the cabin flashed through her mind.
"...Elena?" Isabella whispered, her voice trembling.
The woman's bloodless lips curved into a sharp, knowing smile. Even without eyes, she seemed to "see" exactly where Isabella was.
"In the flesh," Elena purred, her voice like silk sliding over a razor blade. She moved toward the light, the heavy velvet of her robes devouring the orange glow of the candles.
"It's refreshing to finally confirm that Lucian is your fated. I could taste the resonance of his agony the moment you spoke those delicious words of rejection."
Isabella felt a cold, hollow pit open in her stomach. "You..."
