Hayley's POV
The house was quiet. Too quiet.
I paced back and forth across my bedroom. Fiyero's words wouldn't leave me. His voice still rang in my head: "People are selfish, Hayley. I am selfish. I want power. I want to be king of the mafias. Make me the Lord, and I will fight with you and Lorenzo."
He had left hours ago, yet I could still feel his presence lingering in the air, the stench of arrogance and ambition he carried everywhere he went. The clock read eight in the evening, but I wasn't tired. My body was heavy, yes, but my mind refused to rest.
What if he was right?
