Morana's Point Of View
My body shook, my breath still uneven, but I forced my voice to remain steady.
"Where is it?"
I didn't acknowledge their words. Didn't acknowledge their taunts. Didn't let the searing pain in my feet or the ache in my chest stop me.
I only cared about one thing.
The vase.
Edward stood at the center, arms crossed, his graying hair slicked back, his signature smirk plastered across his face. He clapped his hands mockingly, his voice dripping with amusement. "Well, well, well… look who we have here." He tilted his head, grinning. "Didn't know you'd be this desperate to come running in the middle of the night."
I clenched my fists, trying to keep my breathing steady. My chest was rising and falling rapidly from the run, my bare feet freezing against the cold marble floor, but none of that mattered.
"I don't have time for your games," I said, voice sharp. "Where is it?"
