Amelia POV

The woman’s smile deepened, her eyes glinting with something dark, something twisted.

I took a step back, but the cold marble wall pressed against my spine, trapping me. My pulse hammered wildly, each frantic beat a warning.

This isn’t real. It can’t be real.

Yet, she stood there, flesh and bone, draped in the same elegant gown she had worn at the gala. Her presence was suffocating, her beauty laced with venom.

“Who are you? What do you want?” I whispered, my voice barely ...