SILAS

BAM!

The door slammed open, and a woman with long black hair entered with the traitor.

I recognized her, I think… but like many of my fragmented memories, I couldn’t say for sure.

Either way, I couldn’t let myself be seen; if she recognized me, it would put my lady in danger. So, I hid in the shadows of the balcony, spying on them through the crack in the door.

“Search everywhere! We need to find solid evidence for Morgana, because if I’m wrong about this, Electra’s going to slice my throat!”

She ordered the girl, and they started rummaging through my lady’s belongings: the dresser, the nightstands, the wardrobe—nothing was spared. She was going all in, but couldn’t find a thing.

Every time they passed near the balcony, I submerged deeper into the shadows that emanated from this curse.

I’d had time to explore myself now that my life wasn’t just about surviving.

In my moments alone, I’d tried to accept who I am and coexist with the monster inside me. It was time to put what I’d