Tara’s POV
“Run!” Her voice was wide, vicious and loud. I didn’t know what she was telling me to run from, and tired of the lack of answers I was getting, I stood my ground. “Foolish child!” she chided. I didn’t move, still. “Run!”
“From who?!” I demanded. “Who?!”
She hissed at me, her hand coming out as she glared. But her hand didn’t touch me, as though she didn’t dare. And her eyes, which were starlight white, only stared deeper, longer, more penetrating.
“Give me a name,” I said. “All you’ve said was that I had to run away form the enemy. I want a name. I want to know who it is that forces me to abandon all that I have made home of and run away again, over again, like a coward.”
There was a vengence in my voice now that I could not recognize as my own. “Tell me the name of the person who I am meant to be so viciously afraid of.”
