The Confession

Elira

I stand outside the hut, the morning light doing little to clear the storm raging in my head.

Last night’s shock still burns inside me—Liora, that bitch, working with Wane. I should have known she was always hiding something. I can’t believe it even now, can’t shake the image of her smug face, her sharp voice spitting those words at me: cursed dog.

Why can’t she stop making my life hell? What more does she want from me? Haven’t she and her mother, Veyra, already ...