The False Savior

The excruciating pain radiating from her fingertips nearly made Rosalind black out. She bit down hard on her lip, desperately fighting to stay conscious.

Rosalind fixed Clarissa and Ophelia with a dagger-sharp glare, as if her eyes could bore holes right through them.

Whether it was Clarissa's heart softening, or simply her inability to withstand Rosalind's piercing, accusatory gaze, no one could