VALORIA WILDEROSE
My heart sinks painfully and something sickening settles in my chest while he looks at me.
I bite my lips.
The question burns on my tongue, but I have to ask it.
"Is that why you've been nice to me? Why you have this unexplainable fancy, as you call it, for me? Because my eyes remind you of hers?"
My world begins to spin and collapse as I unravel another one of his lies piece by piece.
I grow even sicker, wanting to puke.
He looks shocked and offended again.
"It's not because you have the same eyes."
But I don't believe him.
How can I? Everything he's said and done suddenly feels tainted by the ghost of a woman who's been dead for centuries.
I throw the blanket off of me after breaking free and rising to my feet. Hands reach out to stop me, but I maneuver away from them, refusing to be near him right now.
Everything hurts, but this time I maintain my balance without falling and look at him once I'm far enough.
