“Lunessa,” he said coldly, “how could you be so vicious? Do you understand how important her hands are? Are you trying to ruin Myrielle’s healer training?”
“Draven!” I choked, tears blurring my vision. “Look at me! I’m the one burned—far worse than she is! Why won’t you believe me?!”
His glare turned sharp with disgust. “If she hadn’t dodged, she’d be the one burned. How could you stoop so low? It’s sickening.”
His words struck harder than any blow.
He turned away and cradled Myrielle protectively. “Don’t fear. I’ll take you back to the healer-sanctum.”
As I watched them, something inside me tore open.
Then Draven barked an order that shattered whatever strength I had left.
“Someone lock Lunessa in the cold cavern. Let her reflect on her behavior.”
The breath left my lungs.
He knew—he knew I feared the cold. He knew the cavern was kept eighteen degrees below freezing by lunar crystals.
And yet, he still chose to cast me into it.
So this was his love—the love he once swore would protect me.
The enforcers seized me by the arms.
“It wasn’t me! Moon above—open your eyes! She set this up! Myrielle baited the trap, not me!” I thrashed against their grip, my voice cracking.