I rise up on my knees to catch my reflection in the window, gasping at the raw, swollen red mark on my throat. “Finnian!” I shout, covering it with my palm. “I can’t go anywhere looking like this!” He pulls me down again, his rotten, lousy grin returning. “Oh, you will. You’re a princess now, Elora. You have to make appearances in town. And I believe you have plenty of dresses to show everyone what I gave you.”
