If Yzail hadn’t blocked the knife that day, I wouldn’t even be alive.
Just because he took the blow for me, did that mean I had to forgive her? I wasn’t as magnanimous as he wanted me to be.
His face hardened, and his tone became authoritative.
“Lanaya, I’m doing this for your own good. You’ve always been withdrawn. Zolenn was your only close friend for years. Why not bury the hatchet and rekindle that friendship? You have to move forward in life, don’t you?”
His words were firm, almost domineering, but the warmth and tenderness I once knew were gone. The pain in my abdomen and heart made it hard to even breathe, but I noticed the hidden satisfaction in Zolenn’s tear-filled eyes. The same satisfaction she had shown when she had gone mad that day.
“Lanaya, even if you don’t forgive me, I’ll keep repenting. One day, I hope we can be friends again,” Zolenn said, her voice trembling with feigned remorse.
“Get lost!” I spat out.
I held onto the car door to steady myself, fighting back the pain. But Yzail’s impatience was evident.
“Lanaya, forgiveness is divine. Zolenn has already paid the price. Are you trying to drive her to death?”