As soon as I saw it, it was evident from the rogues' sideways glances, murmurs, and feeble bowing. Someone started slicing my image with a knife.

Maya had to be that person.

Maya is quiet, witty, and sweet. The type that grinned as they dug a grave.

They assumed I wouldn't retaliate. that I would watch as they destroyed everything I had constructed.

They were mistaken.

I had the plan by daybreak.

I would offer them better whispers if that's what they desired. The type that ...