Teresa

I realized in a rude shock that this wasn’t a revenge plot anymore. This was war.

“Our people are coming,” she continued. “And we will fight. We are ready to take what is rightfully ours, and nothing you do or say would change our minds.”

With that, she vanished into thin air, leaving the scent of magic and betrayal in her wake. I didn’t care about her or her stupid comment.

The one I cared about was still here on her knees, her head bowed as she cried ...