Lycina’s POV

Elder Mavi tries to talk to me, her hand reaching out gently toward my arm, her eyes soft and pleading like they always are when she’s trying to smooth things over. “Lycina, please, let’s not make this worse. Theron, he’s just…”

But I’m not having it. I shake my head sharply, pulling away from her touch before she can even finish. My blood is boiling, and I can’t stand here listening to anyone defend this nonsense. I whip around to face Theron instead, my fists ...