The Exiled Luna
The next day, Elizabeth approached me in the infirmary, where I was working, Her sudden appearance startled me, and I nearly dropped the jar of herbs I was holding.
“Zara,” she said, her tone unnervingly pleasant.
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.
She smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I just wanted to talk. Clear the air.”
“There’s nothing to clear,” I said, turning away from her. “I don’t trust you, and I never will.”
Elizabeth sighed dramatically. “You know, Zara, it’s exhausting being the villain in everyone’s story. Maybe you should try looking at things from my perspective for once.”
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