Seraphina glared at him with every ounce of hatred she possessed.
Elyon laughed, the sound echoing through the empty castle. "Glaring won't change anything, little sister." He straightened, crossing his arms as he looked down at her. "In fact, Adrian must be dead by now."
Seraphina's eyes widened in shock. Her breath caught in her throat.
No.
No, no, no.
She shook her head violently, refusing to believe it. Refusing to accept that Adrian could be gone. Tears streamed down her face as she made desperate, muffled sounds behind the tape.
"Oh, don't look so devastated." Elyon's voice was mocking, cruel. "Did you really think someone could rescue him? Even if—and that's a big if—he somehow survives the stabbing wound, he won't survive the poison on that knife."
He leaned against the wall casually, as if discussing the weather.
