Psyche's POV
“Miriam,” I whispered her name.
It's been a long time since I last saw her and watching her chained up like a dog broke my heart. She had a few bruises on her arms and a few cuts on her face.
“I never thought you were this evil,” I said with gritted teeth while staring at the woman whom I trusted before.
A smug expression slowly etched on her face. “Not my fault,” she replied.
“Please, release Miriam,” I begged.
I have talked to the team about this. Andra, whom I thought really backed out, was also involved in the planning. They are just lurking around waiting for any suspicious movement from the enemy's side.
“Why would I do that?”
“You promised!” I growled.
“I did?”
“I don't remember, Psyche,” she added.
The person in front of me is far different from the one I kn
