Wrong Path

Once she had escorted Krug, still disguised as an old man, back to the ward, Angelia lingered in the infirmary for a while before leaving. There was a mark on her neck, a scar left by the blade. Luckily, it was winter, and her collar concealed the blemish. Otherwise, she couldn’t fathom how she’d explain it if someone asked. She was aware of the darkness in her actions and intentions. But what choice did she have? Callie, who had always appeared so innocent and pure, had taken everything from Angelia. She had ventured down the wrong path, and there was no turning back. The only way forward was to focus on her goal—to eliminate Callie. *** After finishing her work, Callie made her way back to the dormitory. The snow and ice were beginning to melt, revealing the tile house’s original colours. Under the streetlamp’s soft glow, the scenery took on a different charm. As Callie walked, the snow crunched beneath her boots. Truth be told, she’d been yearning to see Elias for a while now, espec