Wildfire

"I hate you!" Demetria yelled, clenching her fists as she stared at a tense and frozen back. A back she wasn't familiar with. A back she had prayed to see before when she could have sworn she wanted nothing more than to be freed from the persistent pestering beauty that was Ygritte Martel. The daughter of the very man she was trying to expose for covering up the murder of her parents as a mere accident. The girl that had somehow managed to consume her every thought and ignite a passionate fire that she had tried and failed to put out.

"I know," came her curt reply as she tried to storm away again.

"I hate you for making me feel this way! I hate you for barging into my life with your crude jokes and making me need you only to leave! How dare you! Who do you think you are?!"

Not a very romantic confession. In fact, it was the perfect way to start a fight but things had never been peaceful when it came to them. Theirs was a tale of heartbreak, betrayal, societal scrutiny, religion, power play and political games.

In a country still stuck in the 19th century like Harlem despite the current times, it's quite easy to see how love between two respectable ladies was a recipe for disaster. But don't worry, it gets worse.