Book 6: What Do You Want from Me?

Ryatt

I don’t normally stay in the dining hall this long after breakfast. It’s nearly 9:00, and the sky outside hasn’t even begun to lighten. Rain bursts over the balcony in sheets of silver as I pour myself a third cup of coffee and rest my legs on the opposite chair, crossing my ankles.

The obsidian walls in the cavernous room glimmer in the light radiating from the hearth. It’s quiet, peaceful.

The two-story high wooden doors burst open, slamming into the walls on either side. The impact echoes through the room, followed by brisk footsteps.

“What in the actual fuck, Ryatt?!”

Ella comes to a stop a few feet away from the table with a sneer. Her face is bright red and peppered with soft bruises and welts. Her hair is tightly braided but loose strands fall around her face, and her eyes? Goddess, there she is. Finally, that girl I fell in love with at the ball has returned to me.

“Good morning,” I smile as I casually bring my coffe