Fiona’s POV

My heart hammered violently against my ribs, every beat threatening to crack them open. I felt a fabric pressed tightly against my eyes, sealing me in suffocating darkness. Marian’s fingers finally released my chin, but the ghost of her grip lingered on my skin. Even without sight, I could feel the weight of her cold stare savoring the terror that radiated from me.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips, sending a fresh chill racing down my spine.

“Relax, Fiona.”

Her voice was ...