Katherine’s POV
I didn't just stop walking; I pivoted on my heel to face her, my emerald dress swirling around my ankles. The old me would have bowed her head, apologized for her existence, and hurried into the shadows.
She would have let that woman’s laugh cut her like a blade.
But I’ve already felt the blade. I’ve already felt the silver. A little laughter? That was nothing.
"Yes," I said, and I didn't whisper. I didn't stutter. I let the word hang in the air until the laughter died down into an uneasy silence. "I am the prophecy."
The woman blinked, her sneer faltering for a split second.
"And you?" I asked, tilting my head and looking her up and down with a slow, pitying gaze. "You must be the welcoming committee. I expected something... more. Alexander, does everyone in the Fer
