HANNAH
The hallway had never seemed so long, so terrifying, and full of people. Only Willa's arm in mine kept me grounded as we walked. Even then, it couldn't stop the stares and the whispers. It couldn't stop the eyes that followed my every movement.
"Is that her?" someone hissed loudly.
"I heard she had white hair."
I curled my hand into a fist to stop myself from self-consciously patting down my hair.
"I can't believe she murdered Julia."
I could have told the speaker that it wasn't murder if the other party had insisted on a blood duel first, but I didn't bother. They wanted me to react, to break. I would not give them that power.
Most of them had voted in favor of the fight. Most of them had wanted me to die.
"Come on, Hannah. Don't listen to them," Willa murmured encouragingl
