Chapter 259 The Wrong Hand

With her eyes still closed, Oriana spoke in the relaxed, habitual tone she always used with her maid. "Talia, I'm thirsty. Could you pour me some water?"

A cup was placed into her hand almost at once.

Without giving it a second thought, Oriana accepted it and took a sip.

A moment later, however, something felt wrong.

The hand that had offered her the cup was not Talia's. The fingers were long and