Meredith.
I also remembered the confessions Draven gave me when I least expected them.
And yet, Wanda's words slithered over all of it like venom.
'Had I been too quick to confess my love to him? To believe every tender word he spoke?'
Heat flared in my chest with anger, doubt and humiliation all at once. My mind refused to be still, questions clawing at me, each one sharper than the last.
'Was it all a game? Was I a fool for trusting him? Was I nothing more than a piece to him, just as Wanda said?'
"Calm down, Meredith." Valmora's voice slid into me like cool water over a flame.
I swallowed hard. "I'm not overreacting. You read that letter with me, and you saw what Wanda wrote."
"You are thinking too much," Valmora answered, her tone firm but not unkind. "This is exactly what Wanda wanted. She wanted to twist your mind against Draven, and to make you question everything good that has blossomed between you."
