Now, What?

Althaia

I let out a small groan, grabbing my head due to the pounding headache. I sat up and blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the darkness in the room. It was Cara’s room. Before I could get confused about why I was here, everything rushed back to me.

Blood. So much blood. And my uncle’s detached tongue on the floor.

I almost gagged at the image.

A beam of light filled the room as the door opened.

“You’re awake.” Cara stepped in and handed me a bottle of water. “Are you okay?” She sat next to me on the bed and looked at me with worry. I shrugged.

“He deserved it, Thaia. He’s lucky he’s still alive after talking like that.” She scoffed, her voice laced with disgust and not at all bothered.

She was right. Her father deserved it, and more, particularly for how he has treated Cara over the years. But it was seeing the action unfold in front of me that had me black out. It was a friendly reminder of what kind of world I had stepped into and what these people were capable of.