Donika’s POV

The way she said my name made it sound like filth.

Elena stepped forward as if to block her path. “You have no reason to—”

“It’s fine,” I heard myself say, though my chest was tight. I wanted to know what this woman wanted.

Verya smiled maliciously, looking at Elena up and down before letting out a loud hiss. She walked in, hips swaying, her presence filling the room until it felt smaller. She looked around my room, eyeing each corner weirdly.

Then her ...