When Lillia opened her eyes, she watched the blurred space before her in silence, overwhelmed by the intense feeling of hate for the entirety of Clan Clearwater for betraying her father the moment his heart stopped.
Even more, she was enraged by Poppy and Pete for the ease with which they had discarded her, like she was nothing more than an inconvenience once her shield was gone.
Someday, she vowed, the promise already burning steady beneath her ribs, I will destroy them. All of them.
Her fingers tightened into fists as she watched the blurred space with shapes hovering above her, their outlines wavering as familiar but muffled voices reached her as though through deep water. She felt suspended, adrift between waking and memory, until the fog thinned, and faces sharpened into her focus
