Evelina quickened her pace, trying to block out the whispers that followed her as she arrived at her room. As soon as she closed the door, she let out a deep breath.
Then—
A smile crept onto her lips.
She couldn't help it.
Not just because of last night. Not just because of Damian and the way he had made her feel. Or because of how everyone's attention was on her.
But because of how she had handled Selene.
She sat on the edge of her bed, shaking her head with a quiet chuckle. "I put her in her place. And I'd do it again."
Relia hummed in approval. "There's my girl. Confidence looks good on you."
Evelina leaned back against the pillows, her body still sore but healing fast. Her eyes flickered across the room—until they landed on a familiar scrap of fabric near her desk.
The cloth.
The one she had taken from the well side, the one that she had tried getting a vision from but got nothing.
Her amusement faded.
