Aria's/Lysara's POV

Water spread like a flood across the marble floor, darkening the expensive rug and lapping at the golden legs of carved furniture. From the open bathroom door, the sound of water still poured from the faucet, mocking me.

“Not a single drop touches my closet, Lysara, or you will be punished.” Nahlia said, injecting a tougher, more commanding, and more authoritative tone into her voice. She glanced into the mirror again, checking herself over. She adjusted her hair, and ...