Nyala
I was lost in my thoughts, consumed by the way Alastair had handled me. It didn’t stop there; he made it crystal clear that he could destroy Aldmoor with a snap of his fingers, just as he had conquered Rostledam. I didn’t know what to do. How could I save my home from the clutches of Corvin and Alastair? I was certain they shared sinister intentions for Aldmoor.
“Nyala, are you going to stand there or focus on your work?” Mrs. Madison’s voice cut through my daze. I was still chopping onions, tears streaming not just from the onions but also from the pain of losing Teagan.
“When will I finish cutting these damn onions!” I hissed, slamming the knife onto the chopping board.
“Say that again, and I promise you, more onions are on their way,” Mrs. Madison warned.
I turned to face her
