Breaking Point

Beatrix's P.O.V.

I was a woman on a mission. Nothing would stop me, and if anyone tried, there would be hell to pay.

The cold metal tray in my hands was dirty but empty as I carried it down the hallway. I wouldn't let anyone, not Kaelen or Bastian, bring me down again. Yet, my eyes seemed to move on their own across each face I passed, looking for Bastian and failing to find him.

The guards dip