Brielle's POV
“Brielle!”
I froze mid-step, my stomach twisting into a tight knot.
That voice.
I hadn’t heard it in months, but I’d recognize it anywhere.
High, sweet,fake as hell.
I turned slowly.
And there she was.
Kylie.
Standing in the Silvermoon courtyard like she belonged here.
Like she wasn’t the worst thing to ever happen to me.
She was exactly the same.
Golden hair cascading over her shoulders, soft blue eyes that hid daggers beneath them. A delicate smile, as if she hadn’t spent years making my life a living hell.
She was dressed too perfectly for travel. A silk top, designer jeans, heels that shouldn’t have survived a long journey.
This wasn’t a casual visit.
She had come here for a reason.
And I already knew it wasn’t a good one.
“I heard about your little… sit
