A Russian fugitive with power like no other. Though strong, powerful, and wickedly smart, secrets lie deep within her heart, mind, and soul, haunting her to this day. Those very secrets will chase her until they catch up to her. She may have thought...
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𝔎𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔞'𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔳
"What are you doing?" a sudden voice asks. Whirling around, I go for the dagger strapped to my thigh but freeze when I see that it is only Rhysand. "You should know not to sneak up on me like that," I tell him, releasing the breath I was holding. A singular laugh escapes his lips. "I didn't sneak up. Didn't you hear me knock?" Swallowing, I glance at the door. I give him a small shake of my head before turning back to my cauldron. I stir my potion until it turns a deep brown. "What are you making?" Rhysand asks from right behind me. The sudden loudness of his voice startles me, and I flinch slightly. "Why are you so jumpy?" he asks, and I sigh internally at him noticing my slight flinch. I pretend I didn't hear him and continue stirring my potion until it turns to a golden color. Turning the heat off, I let the potion sit in the cauldron. I'll have to bottle that in ten minutes. I turn slightly and try to walk over to my bed, where I hope I can lay down, but Rhysand grabs my shoulders, stopping me. "What's going on?"
I sigh. "Nothing. I'm just tired."
He glances at the cauldron behind me. "And a memory potion is going to help with that?" he asks, his brows raised as if he just caught me in a lie. I swallow, and he notices it with a narrowing of his eyes. "Tell me what's going on, Kritana," he requests. I stay quiet, and this causes his eyebrows to furrow. "Is it Tom?"
"No," I say quickly.
"Then what is it?"
"Nothing that you need to worry about, Rhysand. Can you just trust that if you needed to know, I would tell you?" I ask, looking up at him. I'm lying through my teeth and using his feelings for me to manipulate him, but I have to. I won't risk him getting hurt by me. Besides, what he doesn't know can't hurt him.
He looks at me for a moment, his blue eyes darting between my two green ones before nodding. "Just promise me that you will tell me if something is wrong, okay?" I nod and give him a tight-lipped smile. I will tell him because I don't break my word, but I won't tell him until the problem is over.
