~Storme~
{A WEEK LATER}
Karen walked into the sitting room like she owned the place. She moved with an air of entitlement, her expression rigid as she sat across from me, smoothing her gown as if she were settling in for a long chat. I didn’t trust her presence, but I forced a polite smile expected from a queen.
"How are you doing?" she asked, her voice falsely sweet.
"I’m okay," I replied evenly.
I knew better than to let my guard down around her. The event of the past days had made me know that Karen and I were sworn enemies who do not have a chance at coming together for peace. For someone who was willing to incinerate me even when it was obvious that I was alive, I wouldn’t put anything past her anymore.
She offered a slow smile, tilting her head. "I must say, congratulations. Yo
