/Amber’s POV/
It’s hurts…that’s the only thing I could mutter as I remember grabbing the hem of her skirt and feeling my bond being ripped off. Why? Why did she do this…I did it to protect her, I thought to myself as I slowly drowned in my own anguish . Mother had wanted to kill her a few times—a couple more times than I can count, I neglected my missions to protect her, I should have killed all those people mother wanted me to kill, but the thought of coming back to her lifeless body chained me to her side, making it impossible to focus on my missions. Mother was mad, I remember the terrific look on her face as she declared that I’ve failed her, I remember groveling at her feet as I demanded another chance.
“If you want to prove yourself so badly, then end her with your hands.” I still
