"This is what happens when you shelter monsters. She's finally shown her true colors."
Veyra definitely included me in that phrase and no one said a thing about it.
The crowd shifted.
Some faces hardened. Others flickered with doubt. A few looked at me as if seeing me for the first time — and not kindly.
My head burned, rage built up in my heart at the nonsense she kept spewing out. I wanted to go up to her and hit her, give her a good smack across her face, but I couldn't just blindly dismiss her words when there was evidence.
Then, my gaze drifted back to the bodies. To their lifeless bodies and then to Damar's hand.
Reality crashed down on me like cold water.
No matter how much I trusted him, no matter how fiercely my heart rejected the idea — the evidence was there.
Clear and undeniable.
My breath shook.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to inhale slowly.
When I opened them again, the haze had cleared.
I stepped forward.
