This meeting mattered, which meant my recent lack of personal care had to be shoved aside. I wasn’t dressing myself for vanity or any kind of self-healing – this was war. And it was time I stepped up and started playing my part in it. With my eyes lined in kohl and my lips deepest red, I almost looked like my old self again, just a girl in a pretty dress…with a sword and a scowl sharp enough to cut flesh and bone. “You lied to me,” I said to my own reflection, though the words were intended for him. “You promised you’d stay.”
