Mason
The silence that settled over the courtyard was almost tangible. Every eye shifted from Corin to me. She stood there in the dust, bloodied and disheveled, and in her gaze I saw that tormenting uncertainty that made me want to burn the world to ash. She still believed that in Brown Stone a woman’s only acceptable virtue was obedience. She still believed fighting for herself would earn punishment.
I began walking toward her slowly. The crowd parted before me like the sea. Lyra groaned on the ground, but I did not even look at her. A beta who attacks from behind is not worthy of my attention.
Only Corin existed.
I stopped in front of her. I saw her knees tremble. I saw her instinctively lower her chin, bracing for harsh words or a punishing hand. Instead, I drew a deep breath and le
