Beatrix
Beatrix tilted her head as if she was confused. “Why are you apologizing? You didn’t kill her.” Not implying that anyone had, but simply: the man should not be sorry, because he had not done anything to her mother. Though in that same vein, one might say Beatrix could blame Chuy for not doing enough to keep the Merciless safe in the walls of the city. But… how many times had it just been her and Jace? Too many for her to care one inkling about her mother’s death.
Just like Neron and Loren, Zariah was gone the second she disappeared—gone from her heart and her mind. Unlike Neron and Loren, Zariah was actually gone—actually dead. But the same principles applied.
When he brought up the Academy, she shrugged, “Jace is taking it over.” She had yet to meet the Warden in person; and wasn’t much fond of meeting the woman—Wardens seemed to be a dime a dozen in the icy wasteland.
When he asked if she taught, she studied the sky, hands clasped behind of her back. “No.” Short and simple answer. It seemed her brother had rubbed off on her.
Just like Neron and Loren, Zariah was gone the second she disappeared—gone from her heart and her mind. Unlike Neron and Loren, Zariah was actually gone—actually dead. But the same principles applied.
When he brought up the Academy, she shrugged, “Jace is taking it over.” She had yet to meet the Warden in person; and wasn’t much fond of meeting the woman—Wardens seemed to be a dime a dozen in the icy wasteland.
When he asked if she taught, she studied the sky, hands clasped behind of her back. “No.” Short and simple answer. It seemed her brother had rubbed off on her.
Aren't you trying too hard to please me?
