*Serena*
The scream that tore from my throat still echoed in my ears, even though the room had fallen deathly silent. My lungs felt raw and my chest ached with anguish and pain. My legs felt weak, trembling beneath me, and my breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
Yenifer's body lay crumpled on the floor, her once graceful form now lifeless and twisted. The delicate gown she had worn the day before was stained with dark, sticky blood that pooled beneath her. But it wasn't just the sight of her torn chest where her heart had been ripped out. It was her eyes—missing, leaving behind dark, hollow sockets.
The image seared itself into my mind.
I couldn't look away, but at the same time, I couldn't bear to look. My stomach twisted painfully, and I pressed a hand to my mouth, fighting the urge to vomit.
"Serena," a voice called gently, but I barely registered it.
