Skye-
Killing someone...
How could they even expect me to take a life just to prove myself?
This wasn’t just terrifying—it was unimaginable. I wasn’t a killer. I didn’t belong here among these girls, and yet they were looking at me like this was all perfectly normal.
My throat felt tight, and I swallowed hard, my eyes scanning the room. Some of the girls were staring at me with bored, almost indifferent expressions, while others seemed more intrigued by what I would say. Whether I had the "strength" to kill.
What made me feel worst, like I was suffocating, was the fact that I could feel Clara’s gaze on me, sharp and assessing, as if she were weighing my every reaction.
“Do you have what it takes?” she repeated, giving me a pointed look, as if urging me to answer. Her voice was a bit
