Mara's Pov

I stood on the terrace. I couldn’t stop replaying the moment I woke up to find Andrea standing over me with that pillow. One moment, she was a predator; the next, she was a shivering girl who didn't know her own name. I wondered if her sickness was finally taking over, or if something far more sinister was eroding her mind.

The door to my room slid open. I didn't have to turn around to know it was her, because of her expensive scent. I turned to see her, as she walked towards the terrace of my room

"Mara," she whispered.

Andrea looked terrible. Her hair was matted,...