Lilith pov

Laughter.

Slow, deliberate, and cruel, it spilled from Drevena’s lips.

The sound made my heart pound violently against my ribs, a cold shiver crawling down my spine.

I knew that laugh. Far too well.

It wasn’t the one she used when we fought with the elders’ sons—no, that time she hadn’t intended to kill.

This…

This was different.

This was the same laugh from that day, the day she slaughtered those rogues and as I was shoved back into my own consciousness, my control slipping completely from my grasp, only one thought echoed in my mind.

Those rogues were going to die…a very brutal death.

Dravena pov

Silence...