Olivia Martins

“Kill her.”

The words struck harder than any blow ever could.

Time stopped.

Sound vanished.

Air fled my lungs.

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. I just stood there, staring at him like he was a stranger in someone else’s skin. But it was him. My Caspian. His voice. His face. His presence.

Only now, that voice was a weapon.

That face wore hatred.

That presence felt like death.

A tremor ran down my spine as the world sharpened into painful clarity. ...