Her words hit the air like iron.
For a long time, I couldn’t speak. Because she wasn’t wrong. The tragedy that ended our tribe had begun with my choice. I had believed in Vincent’s promise of peace. I had believed love could rebuild what generations of blood had burned down. I was wrong.
And now, years later, my sister was standing before me, proof of every mistake I’d made.
“You’ve hated me for so long,” I said softly. “But you don’t understand. I never stopped trying to fix it. Every life I save is for them. Every night I work until my hands shake…it’s to pay for what I did.”
“Save your excuses,” she snapped. “You can’t bring back the dead.”
Silence stretched, brittle and cold.
Finally, I whispered, “You can hate me all you want. But I will avenge them, Evelyn. I swear it.”
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