Shame weighed down her body like waterlogged feathers, and her steadily constricting throat reminded her so much so of the feeling of swallowing ash. If she closed her eyes, she could even imagine the fire nipping at her heels. However, unlike the flames which she knew so well, this fire had a name and fierce violet eyes.
“If anyone asks, you won.”
Hyperion's words echoed in her skull in a twisted mantra, enforcing a reality which would never truly exist. They burne...