Nakia didn’t cry. She didn’t beg. She just stared into Ahmose’s hard eyes. Something flickered in her gaze, a flash of the girl she had once been: running across the field, black hair catching the sun like blue fire, eyes dancing with mischief. She remembered crashing into that girl, hearts and limbs lost in a tangle of giggles.
The last thing Nakia saw was Ahmose close her eyes and turn away. It was the remorse that Nakia found hardest to forgive. It meant that her friend and enemy were the same person. And she died, never understanding what had twisted one into the other.
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