Chapter 118:

The Price of Betrayal

Liora

I watched that defiant girl clinging to her feet. I thought she was dead. How dare she crawl back here, covered in mud and blood, sniffing around what rightfully belonged to me?

The jagged stone felt heavy and rough in my fist, still slightly warm from the sun that had briefly broken through the storm. I crossed the muddy clearing in only five angry strides, my boots crunching roughly over pine needles as pure, choking anger pulsed hot through my ...