Irish’s POV
“I still don’t believe it,” I said. “She wouldn’t leave just like that. Not her. It was unlike her to behave in that manner.”
Steve sat on the floor, holding his head. “She did, Irish. She left us. The high time you get that into your head, the better for you.”
“No,” I shook my head. “She should have shouted at us, yelled at us, hit us or something. She didn’t even fight back. We pleaded with her and I remembered vividly she said we would earn her back. So she was not going to live up to those word's. She just… disappeared.”
Zayne paced the room. His fists were tight, and his face was pale. “We hurt her. We let her down. We didn’t protect her. We let them throw her in the dungeon like she was nothing. We said we loved and cared for her and yet we believed a stupid accusatio
