Zara
I flung open the door that had been blocking my innermost thoughts, carving out a small corner for Marcus. After a dull headache slid across my forehead, I was sure Marcus would no longer be able to penetrate my thoughts. My father sat silently, staring fixedly at Marcus.
"Your turn," Marcus's voice echoed in my head. "Play your part well, or we are all doomed."
I had no time to consider my father's words or the fact that my grandmother had kept this from me. The sting of betrayal was brief, as I had more pressing matters to attend to. My sister—my half-sister—stood across the room, her brown eyes fixed on me, her lips parted, her words unavoidable.
For a split second, I wondered what her life had been like. Our father had been enslaved for ten years, the price of her creation. She must have lived a normal life before he tore her from her home, trying to turn her into a monster.
