“YOU CAN HAVE MY MAT, and I’ll sleep on Iva’s,” Akshara said as they got downstairs.
“Iva was the girl who died tonight, yes?” Fari asked.
“You don’t have a right to say her name, so I never want to hear it from your mouth for as long as you’re here. Ok?”
“Of course, Aksha,” Fari replied softly.
Akshara wanted to yell at her for using Iva’s nickname for her, but as infuriating as it was, she also found it strangely comforting. Maybe it was Fari’s soft, sweet voice. Akshara could tell this girl had been sheltered her entire life. Her only problem was the issue with her heart. But other than that, she probably lived a privileged, yet lonely existence in Yaras. Akshara began to take pity on her, but only just a bit.
“That’s my mat right there,” Akshara said, pointing to it.
Fari sat dow
