I nibbled at Thais’s home-thread, fraying it inch by inch. When it finally snapped, all the love that Thais felt for Alante, the reason she would never leave the city, disappeared. I asked Rosa to send her dreams of traveling so intense that she wouldn’t be able to resist. When Thais packed up her things and left, it wasn’t a surprise. I had wished it. I had planned it.” It was intentional, it was premeditated, it was slow and meticulous. It was malicious, she was malicious, and she knew it.
