Asena's POV
The room felt much colder than normal.
I felt the eyes of the people staring at me; Amarok's eyes were sharp and firm, Denise's were uneasy and unsure, and Father's were filled with sadness. The quietness felt like a weight on my chest, making it hard to breathe.
I had pretended to be Pamela for a long time, living her life and using her name. But now, at this moment, the walls I had built around myself started to fall apart.
They understood.
They didn't know all the details yet, but they knew enough to trap me. They wanted the truth that I had promised to hide until I got my revenge.
My fingers were shaking as I held onto the chair, my nails digging into the wood. For once, I had trouble finding the right words.
Finally, I breathed out, releasing years of built-up emotions. "You're right," I said quietly, my voice shaky. "I'm not Pamela. At least… not the Pamela you used to know."
