Amethyst sits at the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the floor of her dimly lit room. The guilt and isolation press heavily on her chest and it eats her alive, making it hard to breathe. She has barely moved since Demetrio left her, not since the truth of what she actually did while still with him is now out in the open. She knows by now he has told people, and like clockwork, whispers spread through the halls of the Delassaro manor about her betrayal and the blood she’s caused to spill. ..
She sighs deeply and glances at her reflection in the small mirror across the room. Her dishevelled hair and tired eyes reflect the turmoil inside her.
You have to face them eventually... she tells herself. And so, she gets up, smooths her clothes, takes a deep breath, and rises to her feet. Her
