The Night Terror

[POV Elara]

I immediately drop to the hard floorboards. The hot coffee seeps into the knees of my skirt, but I ignore the burning sensation. I reach out with trembling hands, frantically gathering the sharp shards of broken ceramic.

Above me, the glamorous, half-naked guest huffs in sheer annoyance. She shifts her weight on Kaelen's lap, glaring fiercely down at me.

"Ew, what is this piece of