POV: Felicia
Run.
The word echoed through Felicia’s mind.
It was the only thing she could think about.
Run.
Run.
Run.
Her fingers tightened around the folder as she stood frozen in the council chamber.
Across the room stood Markus.
The man she had not seen in five years.
The man she had loved.
The man who had broken her.
The man who had destroyed everything.
The air felt too heavy.
Too hot.
Too difficult to breathe.
For one terrible moment, she was no longer standing in Karite Pack’s council building.
She was back in Bluestone Pack.
Back in that courtyard.
Back in front of hundreds of people.
Back on the day her world ended.
She could still hear the accusations.
The whispers.
The insults.
The cruel looks.
She could still remember how desperately she had begged him
