Chapter 41

• Lana
• A sharp, restless storm of nerves rolls through me as I stare at my reflection. It feels like my insides are alive, fluttering and crashing at the same time. Elara pulls the zipper up the back of the deep emerald dress, slow and careful, and I barely recognize the woman standing there.
• Dark curls spill over my shoulders, soft against the smooth fabric. The dress fits close, hugging every curve. The makeup is bold but clean.