Book 2: Growing Up

Anwen

I stare at Estrella for a long moment, my blood boiling in my veins. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t release the door.

“If you’re not careful, you’re going to end up your father’s daughter.” I storm out and slam the door behind me.

Does she think I’m fucking stupid? Wolfsbane isn’t a mystery to me. I slam my fist into the wall, and my knuckles burn. I crossed the line for her, because I fucking had to, and because it fucking worked. Goddess, it was like she didn’t even hear the part where I caught her father’s killer. I do everything she fucking asks me to, and still, she kicks me out in the middle of the night like I’m some kind of monster.

The strong lead, Father says in my memory, the weak judge.

He was fucking right about that too. And I’m getting tired of pretending he was never right. I know he did horrible things. I sided against him that night, and I’d do it again. But dammit, we didn’t bury his every teaching in his empty gra