Valtira.
I stormed back to my room, every step filled with irritation and sadness twisting together in my chest.
I sat on my bed, staring at the wall, and the thought formed slowly… then suddenly all at once:
I want to leave—no, I need to leave. I can’t stay here anymore. No matter what.
How do I even go about it?
My hand moved on its own, rubbing my belly, thinking of my unborn pup.
The walls felt too close, the air too heavy. If I stayed here, I would break apart completely. I just knew it.
Just then, the door opened without a knock.
“Valtira,” my maid breathed, rushing inside.
My head snapped up. “What’s wrong? Why are you in such a rush?”
She hesitated, wringing her hands. “The thing is…”
“Speak,” I said sharply, not at her—at the flame burning under my skin.
She swallowed.
