“The Weight of Truth”

Elvira

The air in the room felt too still, like it was bracing for something. Maybe because I was too still. The scent of burning wood filled  the air, mixing with the faint floral trace of the perfume I’d sprayed hours ago.

Cassian’s words still echoed in my mind.

He lied to me. Pretended to be a friend. Served Felen all along.

And his father killed Callen.

Every word was a punch to the ...