CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

GENERAL POV

Elara’s body lay on the cold marble floor.

Everybody stared at her with worry

Raymond hovered close by, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned white. Elara’s father stood a few steps away, staring at his daughter as if she were a fragile thing that might shatter if he looked too hard.

“Did you perhaps hit her too hard?” Raymond asked concerned

“No…not all” he answered

She lay there unmoving. Too still and quiet.

Fear crept ...