Sephora's POV
I could not move. I lay back on the bed, determined not to cry. Never had I been through such pain, and I was thoroughly shaken from all that had passed. At this point, I wanted nothing more than to weep in my mother's embrace.
All my life I had fought different battles, but never did I fight an enemy, knowing that someone out there was willing to kill me at any opportunity sent shivers down my spine.
While in my thoughts, I heard the door crack open.
Even though I didn't fully open my eyes, I knew who it was. It was Sierra and I could only wonder what she was doing here.
I knew she was stretched out with her hands on her waist, just across the dying fire.
She despised me, not that the feeling wasn't mutual anyway. Everything she had done was never a mistake but it woul
