Fiona’s POV
I watch the fire as it licks the exit door. It’s a golden beast waiting to devour me. I watch it listless, broken. Would it hurt to be burned by it? Could it hurt more than it already does?
When the time comes, Micah will choose me. Mark my words, Fiona.
Rowena’s words taunt me as they swirl around my brain. It seems that she was right all along. I had ignored her words then, so delusional about my importance in Micah’s life. Now, it looks like I was always the joke.
The way he rushed to rescue her. The way he took her in his arms. The way he left me to die. The images burn behind my lids, imprinted on my vision.
I can’t unsee it. I can’t unhear what he said. I just want to un-live it. My heart feels inflamed- alternating between throbbing and festering like a wound that w
