Caroline's POV
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"Well, well, well…"
Her eyes widened when she heard that silvery voice echoing in her ears. She glanced around, trying hard not to look like a crazy person amid the people walking past her in the mall's plaza.
The slash on her arm still pulsed with a heat that only increased her anxiety.
'Get out of here and head back to the mansion. We don't have time for this and Odessa might need us.' Vilda said in her mental space.
But Caroline bit her bottom lip, shaking her head discreetly as she covered the slash mark again.
'The true Lord of the North is behind that broadcast and we both know Regina works for him. Sticking close to her might—'
'Are you hearing yourself speak right now?' Vilda snarled. 'That girl is trouble wrapped in silk. Come on, you can do better.'
Caroline furrowed her eyebrows at the same moment that she spotted something at the corner of her eye.
Or rather… someone.
