ELIANA
I watched Don leave without turning back.
A part of me felt satisfied at the whole storm that was coming for him even though I knew all of it started with me. I didn't care. He deserved whatever was befalling him now. Even worse.
I looked at the dead body lying cold on the floor from my bed. The blood had spread further since Don walked out, now dark and finding every groove in the stone floor with the quiet thoroughness of something that had nowhere to be and all the time in the world.
Just as I moved to stand up and do something about it the door opened.
Three pairs of heels clicked against the floor in that particular synchronized rhythm that only happened when someone had rehearsed their entrance.
Cassandra.
Flanked by her two usual shadows, girls she kept close the way she does to her accessories, chosen more for aesthetic than substance.
