Tara’s POV
I stared at Victor for a long time after he had spoken his last words. My eyes filtering between his own: left, right, left, right, left, right. I watched as his nose flared, then his mouth twitched and opened, then closed. As though he were itching to say something, itching to do something.
I didn’t know what, in that moment, he could say or do. It felt like he had said every word in the English language and yet still, despite it, I failed to understand what he was talking about. What was his meaning? What could he possible have thought about when this ran through his head?
We stayed silent and I contemplated everything up until now. Running away from home, running into Victor, becoming what I am and having my auspice– then everything that had happened at the Eclipse, the trial, finding being captured and finding Lycosidae, killing Luke and imprisoning Sidus… all of it. All of that. And the elder council only, still, saw me as a tool to be used.
