chapter eighty-six

[ IN WHICH THERE IS A REFLECTION ]

NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —

I remember these words.

...[“Before anything else, you need to know those who are on your side to know those who will stab you in the back in the nearest future.”]...

This was from the conversation I had with the spirit of vengeance. I had just walked through the door of the reborn. I had been in a trance at the time; in the spiritual or a mental state — however which you choose to describe it as. And in my mind, my feet had been buried in cold water. I could not see through the water. The water had been dark as the night on a moonless hour. It stopped just above my ankles and it made my skin crawl in discomfort.

But it was the words of the spirit of vengeance that really made me fall into discomfort.

The spirit had hinted about enemies who would surface once I sat on the throne. I already had a name in mind. I had been so confident in who the supposed enemy was.

And I had boldly made mention of the enemy's name. “Luca.”