Raven
Tears welled in my eyes, blurring the grisly scene before me until shapes and colors bled into one another. Fear pressed against my chest so heavily that it felt as though I could scarcely draw breath. My heart pounded wildly, each beat loud in my ears.
Leon's body had barely grown cold in the ground.
And now she dared to speak.
I had never loved Lilian. Not truly. She had always been sharp-tongued, calculating in a way that unsettled me. But even then, watching her kneel there trembling, her voice breaking with fear, I found that I did not wish death upon her.
Not like this.
"I… I can point them out," she stammered out, falling heavily to her knees in the dirt. Her shoulders shook violently as tears streamed down her face. "But please… Please don't kill us all."
Her voice cracked so pitifully that for a fleeting moment I almost believed her sincerity. Almost. For it was impossible for her to put herself.
My stomach twisted as she lifted a shaking hand and pointed.
