Anja

Where is she?

I look inside each cell I come across, but I see nothing. If that fucking dragon prick lied to me, I’ll go to Blood Fire and tear his heart out!

I have so much anger flowing through me of late that I’m losing control. I don’t want to; the Goddess knows that I don’t. But everything seems to be getting to me, and I want to hurt everybody I come into contact with.

I killed three men for no reason other than I was angry. I don’t even know what I was angry about, but those poor men paid regardless.

Whatever, I can’t change what I’ve done. Perhaps if people didn’t get in my face or even gave me the respect I deserved, I wouldn’t hurt them.

‘Anja, you’re changing, and you don’t even care.’

‘Be quiet, Asha! I’m not in the mood; I have a woman to find.’

Asha whimpers inside my head, but I ignore her. I don’t have time for her whining!

“Amanda!” I yell loud enough to rattle every cell door in the place.

I have to refer to her as Amanda, even though I know who she truly was – Molly