Astrid’s POV
Ever since they shoved me inside and locked the door, the walls have been pressing, breathing and contracting when I breath. I can still see her face.
I curl my knees against my chest and press my palms over my eyes, but it doesn’t matter. The memory now lives in my body now. Her skin glowing.
I laid there like a coward.
A sob clawed its way up, but I swallow it back. I’ve cried enough to fill a basin, they think I’m hysterical, they think I’m dangerous, that I’m making up stories.
“She bears the mark!” I had yelled as they dragged me toward this place. “Eve bears the mark, don’t you understand what that means?”
Well, apparently they did not. Because instead of following me back into the forest, instead of searching for Eve or Malik, instead of listening to their Luna,
