Narcissa’s POV

“Narcissa, please.” Callia hung on me like one of those parasitic vines that choked the mighty redwoods near the Ruby Plateau in the Westerlies. “Just stay! You’re not well, we don’t have to go home. We could stay here, start anew!”

“GET OFF ME!”

I bit her hard enough to break the skin, and the other two pulled her back, fearful of me. Good, they should be. For too long had I endured their endless ...