RAIN'S POV

~ 4 days to the ancient rites~

"Need a tissue?" I leaned casually against the doorframe, twirling a folded square of linen between my fingers as if I had all the time in the world.

Eva’s head snapped toward me, eyes wild, red-rimmed, and brimming with fury. She was standing in the middle of what used to be an elegantly decorated room, now reduced to a war zone of destroyed furniture and expensive accessories. Her chest heaved like ...