ZURI

I walked up to the door, slamming my fist against it.

“Ressa,” I said, shifting focus. “What the hell?”

Ressa stood on the other side of the glass door, her eyes cast down.

“Look at me, traitor!”

Ressa flinched. “I didn’t have a choice,” she whispered.

“They never do.”

A hand appeared on Ressa’s shoulder and Mya stepped out of the shadows.

“Well, well,” she smiled. “Isn’t this delightful?”

“Mya,” ...