She kept walking into the market as she pushed the thoughts of him possibly being dead by now. It got to the point that she broke into a sprint all so she could take her mind off Lorcán who could probably be dead by now. Abruptly, she stopped and went to a corner in the market. She found a stone and sat down as she stared at nothingness. She took huge, several breaths to calm herself down.
“You did well, Aranya, okay?” She spoke to herself softly and without knowing how she felt as hot tears cascaded down her cheeks. What was this she was doing? She hated this feeling, she hated who she had turned into since after Betla’s death. She even hated this power, the one she had before was more than enough, and now it was beyond what she could take. She didn’t know how to act, what to say or what
