"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
Maeve flinches at the implication. Right. The swim that was more than a swim. That was helping a friend that shouldn't be her friend anymore. It stings and for the first time, Maeve understands why so many are wary of the herald that stands before her. The blood wells and trickles down her arm, pain sparking through her nerves, but she doesn't draw away from her. "I understand." The Nightshade whispers, a faint tremble to her voice as her throat grows tight, fear gripping her in a vice as she's pinned by the starry goddess's eyes.
She doesn't utter another apology even as it sits on the tip of her tongue. Maeve keeps it trapped behind her teeth, swallowing past the lump in her throat, drawing in a sharp breath. "It won't happen again." Her voice is louder this time. More sure of herself.
She doesn't utter another apology even as it sits on the tip of her tongue. Maeve keeps it trapped behind her teeth, swallowing past the lump in her throat, drawing in a sharp breath. "It won't happen again." Her voice is louder this time. More sure of herself.
Maeve
