Chapter 95

Vera’s POV

6 Days to The Ancient Rites.

I had just folded the last piece of laundry when I heard the door slam.

The sound echoed through the maid quarters like a gunshot which totally scares me. I flinched, my heart leaping into my throat. The other maids had left for lunch, and I had begged off, needing the quiet. It was one of those rare moments I could breathe, just for myself.

But the moment shattered the second I saw who stormed in.

Eva

Her eyes were wild in anger. Her lips, usually painted with bright red lipsticks, and they were kind of trembling. Her hair, her hair—was a mess, and that told me more than anything that something was very, very wrong.

“There you are,” she hissed, striding across the room towards me.