Graceful

Katherine pov

Her eyes were piercing, as if she saw through me at first sight. The smirk and amusement that grew on her expression was known to just me and I believed I was not imagining it.

She knew everything.

"Yes, I know everything," she muttered.

"Leave!" I yelled out, knowing the boys still stood around to listen to what Dorcas and I had to say. "I'm talking to the both of you."

I listened carefully as their footsteps receded into the distance.

"Don't worry. They wouldn't even hear the right things we say unless I let them," Dorcas shrugged.

I narrowed my gaze at her, wondering if I would consider her a friend or a foe.

"Katherine, that's a lot of backstory. We could write a novel and make a hit," she joked, picking a flower pot and playing around with it.

Dorcas's eyes traced my every detail, and unease crept through me like a shadow in the dimly lit wardroom. "How do you know so much about me with just a g?" I questioned, my gaze fixated on her.

A cryptic smile played on