Ghosts and Vultures

CASSIA

"I'm not going anywhere," I said, my voice steady despite the frantic drumming in my chest. I sat back down, the metal of the chair scraping against the stone like a challenge. If they were going to decide my fate over mimosas and blood orange slices, I was going to be an active witness to it.

Sabine’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second—surprised by the spine I was showing—before her e