Liriel;
Liars!
She's a fucking liar!
They're lying!
It has to be a lie!
Mirelah… that smug, powerless little tramp… she had to have painted those marks herself. There's no other explanation. There's no way Kealith would have touched her.
Not after I specifically commanded him not to!
The heavy oak doors slam behind me as I storm into my room, my fists clenched so tightly my nails dig crescent moons into my palms.
The silence in the room is suffocating, pressing against my chest like a curse. I need to scream. I need to… I break something… her stupid skull preferably!
I remember the way he held her… looked at her… carried her…
That runt is wrapping him around her fingers! That's supposed to be my thing! I'm supposed to be the one who has him wrapped around my fingers. He's supposed to be eating out of my palm, the spell has made it so all this time!
