"Should have know you would come to see me at my worst." Debora coughed. Her cheek stung, she could feel it swelling. It was painful, yet she didn't cry. At least she had spoken what she wanted to say for a long time.
Triumph shone on Tamsin's face. Of course, Debora thought. How could her sworn enemy suddenly be good to her? She should have known.
The memory of Tamsin's smiling face appeared in her vision, the way she had presented the basket to her on her birthday. Debora was consumed in the moment and she had neglected the truth behind Tamsin's intentions. She had easily tossed aside her thinking power just to cry over her decision now.
Tamsin had seen insignificant memories of her life in the Siren City, she had known how attached she was to the goat. She used him to hurt her. No
