Iris
"What if we do it again?"
It was the morning after what I was certain was the worst day of my life. The sun was only just rising over the snowy plains, making the fields glimmer and shine.
Blake and I were sitting in my mother's sunroom, the only ones awake. Neither of us had been able to sleep after we got in the night before.
I didn't know what exactly had happened the night before. There was fire and chaos. I was in a daze of pain for most of it. Even there in the sunroom I could feel the burn scars ache across the side of my body.
I knew one thing though. We'd made it out, and Ophelia escaped.
I didn't even know if she was alive, and if she was, we had no idea what would happen next.
That was what Blake and I had spent hours planning. A way to extract ourselves from blame. A way to make it look like we were the victims.
I hated having to throw her under the bus, but we needed to look after ourselves, and our family.
Sitting in the sunroom, we had a plan.
Yet still, the fear crept in.
"What if it happens again?" I asked for the second time, when Blake didn't respond to the first.
He looked across at me, calm and collected. I never understood how he did that. Even exhausted and worried out of his brains, he always maintained a smug facade of confidence.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"I mean, what if we do it again? With another girl?" I said, my stomach flipping at the thought.
Blake shook his head. "There will never be another girl. Only her."
I blinked back tears and looked out at the snow. As I spoke, I fought to keep my voice from breaking.
"Blake, what if this is it?" I whispered.
He gently took my hand, and shook his head. "We will get out of this, Gwen. Whatever happens next, we'll come out on top."
His eyes were filled with a kind of determination I couldn't even begin to understand. Or maybe I could. Maybe I understood more than anyone.
His face, that determination, it scared me. And I wondered then.
Had I just made the biggest mistake of my life?
Ophelia's story continues in book 2:
Black Iris
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