Marguerite’s words ring in my ears and vibrate in my head. I thought I don’t hear them right, but she repeats it herself without me even asking for it, as if she’s able to read my confused mind.
“Captain Haile was my mate.”
Disbelief flails. Words that I wanna say cache to somewhere impossible to find.
While I’m trying to get a grasp of how I should react to what she just confessed, tears gather in her blinking eyes.
She adds, “I was tasked to kill you by our former Luna, Claudette. But contrary to what you thought, I wasn’t forced to do it to save myself from her punishment. I was actually the one who proactively offered to kill you to save Captain Haile.”
Her tears are now cascading from her half-closed eyes while mine are starting to well in my stunned eyes. Threads of unwanted em
