Narcisa had ambled her way south after her encounter with the Evergreen Wolves… and she wasn’t doing too well. Dried blood flaked off of her skin every now and then, landing on the ground in crimson wisps. Her head throbbed and throat ached from fever—she was delirious. If she had headed north like she’d told Leas, she probably could have made it to Sparrow in time to be saved. But that would have meant a possible encounter with Kaya or one of her huntsmen, which was an event Narcisa didn’t want to find herself in. She doubted she could survive another run-in with the silver bitch.
The Negrescu woman’s only hope was heading south where she wasn’t sure if she could find help or not. It was a hopeless gamble, one she was making with her life. It wasn’t a smart choice but the only one she had.
Also, there was Larisa. Now that she had time to think over the situation by herself, Narcisa was… confused, to say the least. Why was she fleeing from her own blood? There was the fact that Larisa had become chummy with scumbags like Crixus and bitches like Kaya. Hurt and jealousy swam in Narcisa’s stomach like sharks, nipping at any heartfelt feelings she had left. Was… Larisa even looking for her? Before Kaya had fled to her? Did she even care?
Something else lurked in Narcisa’s ancient soul. Shame. She had morphed into something different after the death and demise of the Blanc line. Would her sister even want to see her after how twisted she had become? Would she still look at her the same?
There was no time to wonder. If Narcisa didn’t find help, and soon, she would die. Then it wouldn’t matter what Larisa thought of her.
May 13, 2018 12:56 PM
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