ZAHRA-ROSE
Stretching my hand, a sweet scent of pine and smoke drifted into my senses, and I inhaled deeply, letting it wrap around me.
It was him, he must have walked into the room while I was still dead asleep.
A new day.
And I had no idea what it held for me.
‘You’re still alive,’ Eira taunted, her voice teasing inside my mind.
A small, unwilling smile touched my lips. My body ached from yesterday’s bruises, but it was my pride that hurt the most. The sting of humiliation was far deeper than any physical wound.
‘They think we are weak,’ Eira hissed, ‘or maybe they fear the strength we haven’t unleashed yet.’
I sighed softly, stepping out of bed.
“Are we really holding back strength, or are we truly weak, Eira?”
I didn’t wait for her answer, I didn’t want to.
As I opened th
