Charlotte.
I held Iris's hand as she told me everything. I felt as if I could understand her better now, why she acted the way she did when she met me. She couldn't trust people anymore; once bitten, twice shy. And all this was Rafael's fault. I wish I could have given him a punch.
"I'm sorry, Iris."
"It's okay, Charlotte. I don't feel anything but hatred for him. The potion didn't do anything because I believe I would hate him anyway," Iris clenched her fist. "My hair hasn't grown past this level for years; I still feel the tingling sensation from the bolt."
She stood up; her scars were too deep to ever heal.Her hair, especially, was the same length as Hunter's, and if you didn't hear her voice, you'd think she was a man as she had her armor on that covered her chest, which wasn't re
