Silk and Knives

LYDIA'S POV

People always assume that power is loud — that it stomps into a room, demands attention, shouts down anyone in its way. But real power, I’ve learned, whispers. It wears perfume and silk dresses, and it smiles so sweetly no one sees the knife until it’s pressed to the skin.

I instinctively let out a small laugh at something Rae had just said over the phone, my hand rising to cover my mo