Catori/Maniac's POV

Flashback, Age 14

"Go apologize to her," Kaelith says firmly, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, lips pressing into a displeased line as he stares me down.

I groan under my breath and rake a hand through my long hair. It’s a constant reminder of Granny’s stubborn rules—she never let me cut it. Something to do with our culture as Native Americans, though I probably should’ve paid closer attention to understand her ...