{Lisa’s POV}

The music was still weaving through the air, the notes trying to stitch the hall back into celebration, when a scream cut the air. It was high, jagged, and it stole the breath out of the room.

I turned, startled, only to feel something slam me into the wall. My back hit the stone hard enough to knock the air from my lungs, and the sting along my scalp told me before I even looked. Lena. Again.

‘What the actual fu—’

Her hands were claws against my shoulders, the smile on her face feral. I shoved at her, twisting, forcing myself free of her grip for a moment,...