Chapter Eleven
Macey breathed in and out slowly, trying not to let fear take over. If she did that, her anger would probably retreat rather than come out to join the party. The mist had thickened but she could still make out two dark shapes moving towards her in the mist. The Mahoun's siblings were calling for her, she just wasn't quite ready to answer yet.
The anger deep inside her started to struggle against its bounds, trying to escape the confines within her. Macey's eyes widened as she truly understood what that meant. She'd been right. The anger wasn't hers, she'd been infected and had turned against everyone she knew in the process.
She'd made a terrible mistake, she just hoped her men would be able to forgive her, she didn't want this to come between them.
"Leave me," she whisp
