Since Kira spoke to me yesterday, she went quiet again. I tried to get her to talk again, but nothing. However, the kind of quiet she is isn't the type that she kept for five months.
It's judgment.
She stirs, like she's about to say something, and something in me tells me that her words are going to bite and I should brace myself.
I mean, we were at odds and it turns out she was right. She's definitely going to rub it in my face.
“I told you,” she mutters finally, her voice curling through my head like smoke. “I told you, and you didn’t f*****g listen.”
I hug the silk robe tighter around me as I move through the corridor, bare feet skimming over cool marble.
The mansion is draped in shadows, humming faintly with crickets and I bugs that I've never seen before.
I know this path now.
