Ghost of My Enemy

230 — Ma Meilleure Ennemie

*POV=SIENNA*

I—I needed to find them.

I step forward, feeling like my feet would give way at any moment.

I could hear dignitaries reaching out to greet me, to say something. But I walked past them like I didn’t hear, because in truth… I hadn’t.

My hands were trembling harder now, and my fingers felt like ice. I weaved through the faceless crowd, the noise dying down to a