Eliana’s entire body shuts down, her heart bleeding from the betrayal. There is a hole in her chest, nausea building up into her throat.

“Selma,” her voice cracks, dry tears lighting her eyes on fire.

The maid snorts harshly, almost rolling her eyes. She takes a step closer to the two women.

“We must go,” Alma hisses to Eliana, grabbing her arm and pulling. “We need to get out of here.”

The Princess refuses to budge though, her wide gaze still on ...