The Old Wolf’s Den

Elira's POV

My heels clicked against the floor as I walked in.

The servants at the door stiffened when I entered.

Their eyes trailed my clothes and I smirked at the fear in their eyes. I was bathed in blood and I hadn't bothered to change.

“Miss Elira. Your grandfather awaits your presence in his office.” A footman rushed up to me, bowing as his voice trembled.

He then stood straight and walked in front of me and I followed. As I walked by, I could hear the mutters and whispers of the servants. They must be wondering what happened to me.

It had been a...