Nefretiri
"It's a nasty curse," Odie explained when I handed her the diamond. "Someone powerful placed it on her."
The three of us were still sitting on my bed after Taylor, and I saw those memories. It was challenging to accept, and we could agree that the situation wasn't as cut and dry as any of us liked. What was done to Medea wasn't right, but in the end, she had made the choices she'd made. Would she have made them if she hadn't been influenced? Probably not, but in the eyes of the universe, no one made her take revenge.
It complicates things when it comes to the magic of curses.
"So, what do we do?" Taylor asked, glancing at the door. "We can't just take her from them."
"No, we can't," I agreed, knowing what she was talking about.
