20. Murder in my mind

"The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog’s tooth." -William Shakespeare

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(Vera)

I woke up to the hushed whispers and shuffling footsteps. My head pounded as I rubbed my eyes with a wince.

It was a terrible, terrible night and I had no one to blame but myself.

After Mateo walked out and flew away, leaving my stomach in tangled knots, I almost got caught, but I was quicker than and got away, of course, after stealing the eye of Sabius, once again.

I almost went to the palace, too, but then I talked myself out if it. I knew there was no use keep picking up the wound.

He was right, but every inch in my body begged even when my brain warned me against it.

I hated it. I hated every second of that torture.

I ran all the way to my home, because I knew if I allowed Nova to come, she wouldn’t hesitate to go and find the prince and tell him about things he didn’t need to know.

She was a freaking traitor, and that was what she was, oh, and also terribly angry w