Vow of Retribution

Fiona walks toward me, barely containing the rage burning inside her. Her eyes are still golden, and her hands remain tipped with claws, as though part of her is still waiting for the chance to attack me again. She doesn't look ashamed of what she did or remorseful for trying to hurt me.

The only thing left on her face is resentment.

I had nothing to do with Soren rejecting her.

Noreen, on the oth