The hallway was quiet now. Every single soul was gone, leaving only her standing. A tear slipped down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away.
Was she stupid? Gullible? Foolish? Or was she all of it? How could she fall for Maya's trick? It was one of the oldest tricks of time, and she fell for it? Of course, Maya would harbor some anger towards her; after all, Matilda is now in the dungeon because of her.
Her legs felt weak, and she struggled to walk, her heart pounding hard in her chest. She could see them, their eyes mocking her, pointing fingers at her, their tongues wagging against her. But they weren't there anymore. They were all gone, and it was just her standing.
Adina inhaled deeply, and began to walk.
Her steps felt hollow, like the floor might collapse beneath her at any moment. She didn't know where she was going—just away. Away from the stares. From him. From the burn in her throat and the ache in her chest.
