The smile on Raula's face faded like Dorianna's footsteps. The cheerful mask she wore for her friend fell away, leaving behind a cold, hard emptiness.
Dorianna was disappointing.
Raula had expected an immediate reaction, a shared fire. She believed, with every fiber of her being, that now was the perfect time to make things worse for Selene. The girl was vulnerable, broken, lying defenseless. It was the ideal moment to end the threat once and for all.
But Dorianna said they had to wait, to see how Selene would react to this attack. To Raula, every word of that plan was wrong. It was weak. It was a delay she could not afford. Time was a luxury, and every second that ticked by was another second Zephyr's soul became more entangled with that… that intruder.
