Vivia’s lungs tightened. I use my brain too, she wanted to say. The Foxes were my idea and my hard work. But she wouldn’t say that to her father. He always insisted that they share the glory of any good decisions—and that they share the blame for any bad ones. Guilt tidal-waved through her. She had never told her father about the mythical under-city or the underground lake, and though she insisted to herself it was because she’d been sworn to secrecy by her mother, Vivia’s heart knew the truth. She was a selfish daughter; she didn’t want to share the glory if her hunt for the under-city ever
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There’s nothing wrong with being ambitious and proud of what we done. I think if her mother had been around of Evrane perhaps Vivia wouldn’t had this huge complicated complexity in the first place. The woman has to prove herself to everyone constantly.
