EMILY
I knew in my heart that I had done nothing wrong. I wasn't that teenage girl who blamed herself for everything bad in her life. Those days of crying and blaming myself for things that happened before I was even born had passed. Emily liked Emily and the world was going to have to make peace with it.
"She's breathing fine," Aunt Lena announced, sighing as she beamed at Rachel. "She's all good, at least physically."
I will be honest here, one thing about me was that I prided myself in being able to stand up for myself and do what was necessary. That was just who Emily Rock was. I mean, look at how I mastered my powers all by myself. And yes, just because I did one hell of job doesn't make it easy. Rachel, regardless of how she felt, was wrong. I don't care if Mirabel chose to drow
