A Russian fugitive with power like no other. Though strong, powerful, and wickedly smart, secrets lie deep within her heart, mind, and soul, haunting her to this day. Those very secrets will chase her until they catch up to her. She may have thought...
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𝕶𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖆'𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖛
Walking through the dark hallways of the school, I wonder to myself if what I am doing is smart. Of course it's not smart. I am walking outside of the school so I can meet with a textbook psychopath who would like nothing more than to shove me under the black water of the lake and watch as I struggle to get air into my lungs.
Is that going to stop me? No.
If he can translate what I need so I can have even an idea of who or what I am, then I'm game. Besides, part of our vow is that we can't harm each other. Though I know that he will probably find a way around that, I decide to ignore that thought so I can have some temporary peace of mind.
I don't know exactly what lie I will have to spin so his suspicions don't rise too much once he translates the pages I need from the codex, but I'll figure it out. I'll have him translate the book I found in the library first as a precaution. Then I'll have him translate what I actually need translated.
The pages of the codex.
And once he translates that, I will finally have a clue as to who I really am. Or what I am.
I look down at my right hand, observing the inkless skin. The charm Rhysand cast even hid the tattoo from me. But it's for the best.
Although I hate the reminder the tattoo gives me of what I went through, I feel like hiding it is like hiding a part of me. I've had to hide myself my entire life. Be veiled. Be concealed from the world. I don't want to have to hide myself, but I do. I have to hide to survive. Rhysand does too. Hopefully, Rhysand and I will survive this, and then we won't have to shy away from the world. It's a naive, childish hope, but sometimes such childish hopes can give one the strength to go on.
I walk through the courtyard and turn right, heading for the black lake. I can get to the forbidden forest and the black lake by exiting the school courtyard if I wish. Go straight for the forbidden forest. Go right for the black lake.
