Chapter Twenty: Seeds of Obligation
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POV: *Lavender*
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There Mentha stood with a gun pointed at my chest. She had been waiting in my room ready for me the moment I shut the door.
Even though I knew I could easily take her in a fight, gun or no gun, a gunshot would lure Fate up here where he would be back in danger because of me. I wouldn’t do that to him again if I could help it.
“You show up here and all eyes fall on you like a shiny new toy. Fate was mine,” she said.
She looked like a poster child for what a hungover person should look like. Her mascara from the day before had smeared under her eyes, her hair and dress were out of place as if leaning too much to one side. Even her eyes were wide and a little haunted.
Still, I tried to keep my eyes focused on where her finger rested just above the trigger, as if scared she may prematurely discharge the weapon.