Chapter 16: Blood on the Snow
Alex
Edda straightened her back slowly. She used the back of her hand to wipe the blood and spit from her mouth. Her eyes were wide, and they were blazing with a deep hatred that looked sharp and ugly. “You know that you do not belong in this palace,” she spat at me. “Why are you trying so hard to act like you are one of us? Just give up already and accept the truth. You are absolutely nothing.”
Something inside me finally snapped.
It was not just the anger that caused it. It was a deep, bone-weary exhaustion. I thought about the years I had spent swallowing every insult they threw at me. I thought about the years I spent bowing my head to people who were not better than me. I had spent so long pretending that I did not hear the mean whispers in the hallwa
