Chapter 12 The Sparks

• Amelia felt like a stranger within these walls—majestic, luxurious, but cold. Despite the guards’ politeness the castle didn’t feel like home. Everything reminded her that she wasn’t one of them.
• She felt it especially strongly when she entered the dining hall.
• A woman was already seated there. Tall, elegant, with perfect posture and a provocative black short dress that highlighted every curve of her too perfect body. She didn’t turn around at first, but Amelia could feel her gaze—heavy, piercing, almost predatory.