I was stunned the moment my eyes met hers. Did she even know what she had just done? I could feel Lucien's gaze shifting toward me, but I was too shocked to say anything.
My eyes slowly swept across the training ground. More and more people were gathering, abandoning whatever they had been doing just to witness the commotion.
It was like seeing something they haven't seen in centuries since the late queen my mother.
Arabella stood in the middle of the arena wearing a bloodied gown, but that wasn't what had everyone's attention.
Her hair, it was completely white. The dye had finally worn off.
My heart nearly stopped.
"What has she done?" I muttered beneath my breath.
Without realizing it, my legs carried me toward her. She stood rooted to the spot, glaring daggers at Victor as though she wanted to tear him apart with her bare hands.
