(Olivia's POV)

Victoria lay crumpled at the base of the marble steps, a growing pool of blood spreading beneath her head like a crimson halo.

Alexander's golden eyes lifted to find me standing nearby, the silver whip lying ominously at my feet.

The look of pure rage and betrayal on his face made my blood freeze in my veins. I had never seen such cold fury directed at me before.

Victoria's weak voice cut through the tense silence like a blade. "Alexander..." she ...