Marcy POV

It's dark. I'm in liquid, but I can breathe. And I do, grateful to have survived everything. Slow breath after slow breath.

Sasha shoving me out of the sword, my secrets exposed, the sword eventually making its way back to me. Andrias wielding it.

Deep breaths.

So much happened.

So much has changed.

Andrias tried to kill me.

He tried to kill Sasha.

He tried to kill Anne.

But he was like us once.

He had his friends turn on him, and there was nobody he could trust.

I guess he's just like me.

We're both traitors.

The voice calls me, ghostly and calming. The voice has been in my head for a few days. It's not the voice in my head, the one that goes a hundred miles an hour like it's dranken a whole liter of mountain dew.

Marcy,

It calls, pulling me out of my dreamless sleeplike state.

It's ok now. I understand. You're a traitor, a liar, a cheat. But it's ok.

It's ok. I will help you. It will be ok.