V, Monya, Laurya and Daya left the following morning on fresh ponies. They followed the South Road, climbing up over the mountains before descending into their heart. Peqkya.
The sight of home filled V with the right kind of warmth. The oppressive, suffocating heat of Drome a distant memory. This inner heat spread like a balm to all the places in her body that revenge had left empty. One year had passed since the Drome army had invaded her country, since Melokai Ramya had been so brutally slayed. Twelve moons since she had learnt of Emmya’s death, of Gogo’s murder.
I killed the murderer. I killed Ammad. I taught Drome a lesson they won’t forget in a hurry and have installed a new leader with no ambition to enslave my country.
She had taken her revenge. The worm had not escaped her f
