Trishal’s POV
"So what are you going to do with that?" Neymar asked, looking pointedly at my bag which was currently hiding the book, as we made our way back to the enforcers’ training ground.
"Kill it of course," I answered in a flippant tone. She paused, sighing deeply.
"I think they are right on this one, Trish,"
"You should walk fast; we need to hurry," I replied, trying to avoid her gaze.
"You said it yourself, this thing is dangerous, and they are trying to protect…"
"He died, Neymar… died!" I turned back abruptly, yelling in her face. She stared at me in confusion and a little fear.
I didn't wait for her to ask who it was before I continued. "That godforsaken creature killed him, wearing my face, and I watched as life slipped from his eyes all because he trusted me too much
