Meredith.
I drew in a sharp breath. "What are you trying to say?" I asked, keeping my voice steady. "Do you hate her or something?"
Valmora didn't reply immediately. A pause stretched between us like an invisible thread.
"Don't worry," she finally said, her tone unsettlingly calm, "in due time, you will see."
My jaw tightened. I shrugged off the unease her words brought, brushing it away like a fly buzzing too close to my ear. But the truth was, her cryptic tone had settled beneath my skin, coiling tightly in my chest.
Then, as if flipping a switch, she changed the subject.
"We need to start training again. There's no time."
I rolled my eyes internally and nearly groaned aloud. Just hearing the word training made my muscles ache. "You've got to be kidding me," I muttered.
"I don't think we even have a lot of time before the first war happens," Valmora went on, ignoring my exhaustion. "You should be able to take on a vampire by yourself, Meredith."
