Erys’ voice echoed and echoed and echoed amidst the silence of the darkness …
“Are you happy now …?”
“Is this what you really want …?”
Mave glimpsed his b****y face staring down at her—the face that showed disgust and disappointment. She wanted to speak, but she found no words. She wanted to stand up, but her body couldn’t move as she lied upon the ground.
Behind Erys came Izan, who had the same shameful expression. More people followed to look down at her—Estes, Stein, Forsyr … even Faran …
Faran …?
She wore the same white apron from that night, with traces of blood from the men Mave had killed—accidentally killed. The look in her eyes hinted fear, as if she dared never to touch Mave again. Faran had already seen her as a monster, she came to remember.
Tears came out of the corner
