Candace

My heart hammers in my throat. Our weapons shine dully in the snow, Hollis’s sword dwarfing my dagger. Eva drags her gaze from them up to our clasped hands. My other arm throbs, a reminder that I don’t think I could fight her off if I wanted to.

She adjusts her grasp on her knife to a stabbing angle. All my various physical aches melt away, replaced by the painful knowledge that Hollis loves me and that still might not matter. That we may have been too ...