The three fae weren’t the only ones radiating hostility. Waves of vitriol were directed my way. Fine with me. The last thing I wanted to do was train to be an assassin. Truthfully, I didn’t want to be anything anymore. Aspired to nothing. I just wanted to sleep until I felt okay. That was the funny thing about trauma: it didn’t need time to strip you of your personality and plunge you into darkness. It worked quickly. Mercilessly.
