Chapter 64

Rain's POV

10 Days Before the Execution.

Next day.

The silence in my house feels heavier than usual. The walls, once my shield, now echoed with thoughts I couldn't silence. I sat cross-legged on the floor of my room, papers scattered in front of me were maps, notes, confidential reports I wasn't even supposed to have access to. Names. Movements. Hidden truths. And at the center of it all: Sienna’s picture with her annoying face

I snorted a laugh when I remembered how she had looked at me with those eyes yesterday—just... tired. Her voice had been convincing when she told me she understood. That she forgave me. I love the fact that she still believed in me. And I let her walk into that prison.

"Witch" I whispered to myself, scribbling something hastily on the margins of one page.