I hated Aran, but I preferred him to the creature in front of me. The pathetic woman. She was a fucking joke. Everything about Arabella—the too-pretty face; delicate bone structure; long, curly blue hair—was proof that Aran had never existed. She had put everyone at risk with her masquerade. We trained and fought together in life-or-death situations. Our unit was only as strong as our weakest soldier, and in the heat of battle, trust in one another was sometimes all we had. She’d betrayed us all.
