Margo
Margo sat in the Academy's infirmary with a dazed expression. "Ambrose just tried to kill me…He must have sent those people to kill me!"
Margo's words hung heavy in the sterile air of the infirmary, echoing off the stark white walls. The sanitized scent of disinfectant couldn't quite mask the anxiety and worry brewing within her.
Margo swallowed, the antiseptic bitterness clinging to her throat mirroring the dread twisting in her gut.
It had been more than a month since she had accused Ambrose of Eclariss's murder. Months of whispered apologies, of trying to understand the situation better, of tying to look for evidence that pointed elsewhere.
Becase deep down, the fear remained, a cold ember nestled in her heart. What if she was wrong? What if Ambrose wasn't the one who murdred Eclarisse? What if she had falsely accused him and caused him to get kicked out of school and be treated as a murderer for something that wasn't his fault.
