Chapter 4

AMELIA

The next second, it was the sound of Natalia's shrill cry that echoed through the café. Her hand was still pressed to a cheek that was already bright red. Around us, chairs scraped and toppled as the last of the customers scrambled for the door. It seemed they had finally come to the understanding that this wasn't the kind of show they wanted front-row seats to anymore.

My heart was slamming so hard against my ribs I could feel it in my throat. I couldn't even move an inch. All I could do was stand there, with blood drying…