Cypril.
An uneasy feeling coiled tightly within my chest, heavy and persistent, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, it refused to fade. I could tell something was wrong, terribly wrong, but I couldn’t place my finger on it. Was it because Amelia would no longer be the one standing beside us tomorrow? Or was it because, no matter how much I denied it, Melissa’s name kept surfacing in my mind like an unwelcome echo?
I raked a hand through my hair, pacing the length of the room, my boots scraping softly against the floor.
“Arrrrrrrrrghhhh!” I roared, the sound tearing out of my throat as I released the frustration clawing at my insides.
The ache that followed was worse, deep, sharp, and unsettling. It felt as though something that belonged to me, something I hadn’t even acknowled
