Luara was no longer dancing. Her body seemed to want to move, but her mind was elsewhere—on the glass in Kade's hands, on the liquid that should not reach his mouth. If anyone was going to make him suffer, it would be her, not Selena. Not after everything she had seen.

With each passing second, fear mingled with something deeper, something even Nyssara couldn't name. Kade was distracted, his eyes fixed on her, and the glass was slowly rising, too close to his lips.

Luara tried ...