Aysel: They Make More Sense

The back and forth never seems to end. It feels as if we move two steps forward and then four steps back. Honestly, at this point, I feel like I should just give up on this mission to find my brother’s killer. If they are inside the palace then they have surely not made any moves and lying low, however, it seems odd that someone who knows I am their victim’s sister wouldn’t make any effort to even threaten me.

If they are out there somewhere, then also…

I groan in frustration and kick the door open. The day feels like a waste. Why does Azriel treat it like some sort of liability? As if I am a kid and he is trying to distract me by letting me doodle in a sketchbook or something?

I amped up my hopes for nothing. I stayed up until his return for no reason. My fists clench as I stand in the middle of the room, seething in anger. My eyes burn with unshed and angry tears. Why? Why must he do this to me?

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Instead of waiting for Azriel’s beck and call, I decide to train on my own. I warm