22 = Kyria

KYRIA

Nicky presses her lips to Elizabeth’s and pulls back laughing, whispering something to her before she spits in her face. Nicky then makes a show of her extending her canines and claws. I want to stop her as she then presses her lips back against Elizabeth’s muffling her scream of pain.

I watch as Nicky pulls back, laughing and blood dripping from her claws. I wait for her to disappear around the back of the Den before taking another look around and then stepping out of the shadows. I make my way quietly and carefully over to where she is hanging stopping in front of her.

I lift my hand and place it on her cheek, tears fill my eyes as she flinches at my touch before opening her eyes and looking at me. Tears fill her eyes as she rasps out in a whisper,

“Ky, I didn’t do it, I swear…”

“I know Izzy, I believe you…”

Heartbroken that she feels the need to tell me again that she didn’t do what they were accusing her of doing, I wipe the tears from her cheeks as I wipe them from mine,