Pamela's POV
Amarok's question hung there, as sharp as a knife. He stared right through me, not letting up, like he could peel off all the lies I'd been wearing for so long.
"You once loved him," he said softly, his voice even but sharp. "So tell me, sister….. Why do you really hate him?"
My chest suddenly felt tight. My thoughts raced. I was afraid this would happen….afraid my brothers would see through my disguise. I'd been wearing Pamela's life, her words, her memories like protection, but Amarok wasn't dumb. He'd seen it. He had always seen it.
I could never be Pamela perfectly. The way I paused before talking, the way I sometimes stared too long at things she wouldn't care about. The way I acted towards some things.
I knew deep down Pamela wouldn't agree to any of my methods but yet I had to do them.
The flaws were there, and Amarok noticed them.
Deep down, the truth was burning, I wasn't really their sister. I wasn't Pamela. I was Asena.
