The First Lady's Fury

d, Marcus Thorne returned. His face

e announced, not looking at me directly. "She requires so

ning twist on my heritage. My connection to th

uests your presen

t stopped. But Leo had not yet returned. I nee

aid, my voice ca

walked slowly, deliberat

t. Ethan sat beside her, holding her hand, murmurin

ronica hasn't been resting well. The doctor

I was the spectr

g, Elara. It' s just... the shadows in this old

lties. Ethan and Veronica whispered to each other, occasionally casting glances my way. Their words w

, her voice louder now, "I was reading about old f

n replied,

o cleanse the space." She looked directly at me, a glint in her eye. "Ela

ression was unreadable for

g the weight of an order. "Veronica

er blow. He spoke of my heritage, the very thing he was tr

eded, Ethan?" I asked,

hing – shame? discomfort? – cros

ffice," he said, turning awa

f mind. The promises he made of protecting my people, of valuing our ways, echoed mocki