Chalice’s POV:
Hell. That’s what finding out your best friend of well over ten years has been murdered feels like. Like hell on earth and I hate it. I hate that we’ve been pushed into that position. Hating that Amber was still calling the shots and making us dance to her every whim. All because we weren’t prepared enough. Weren’t strong enough.
“I hate this,” I mumble, seeing Mara’s profile at the end of the corridor where she’d been tending to a few of the dead to see if she could figure out how they’d been ‘disposed of’. “I hate that Amber still has this power over us, Mar. it’s not right. Not when so many of us have lost so much already. When they’ve lost so much.” My eyes involuntarily looked at Kalli and Dana then, seeing how they hadn’t moved since we’d found them after the m*****
