Opal lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind a tangled mess of thoughts. No matter how much she tried to push Elena's words from her head, they clung to her like shadows, twisting and coiling around every fear she had buried deep.
"You have no idea what you've done. You have no idea what's coming."
The words haunted her, making her skin prickle. Elena was angry—angry enough to consider switching sides. The idea of her teaming up with Azaela made Opal's stomach churn.
What if we just made a powerful enemy even more dangerous?
Opal turned onto her side, hugging her pillow. The room was silent, but her thoughts were deafening. She had been reckless. She had let her emotions pull her too far, too deep into dangerous territory. What if Elena had decided to attack her right then?
She squeezed her eyes shut. I need to be smarter. Stronger.
The exhaustion eventually took over, dragging her into an uneasy sleep, filled with red eyes and whispered warnings.
The Next Morning
