Forty-Four:
Princess Ashden
My fingers still smelled of fire and smoke. I could still hear Samael’s screams, and the hiss of his burning skin. I had burned him alive. I stood out on the balcony of my room, the same place I had not long ago discussed my future with him. How had I even for a second believed that he was on my side? Everyone was always trying to take something from me, or trying to get rid of me.
The only person that had ever been there for me was Haven. If even my uncle wanted me dead, maybe it was better that I not go to Continuar. There had to be other places that the two of us could escape to. Places where we could live safely, and not have the world look at us as monsters.
It was late at night, and I hadn’t been able to sleep. So I was out on the balcony, starin
