DEMI
My phone has been ringing off the hook. I dry my eyes, turn it off and chuck it at the far end of the room. Someone raps softly on my door.
"Demi? Are you up?" My uncle asks.
I dry my eyes and pull my duvet over my head.
"No."
He opens the door and lets himself in. I feel the edge of my bed dip as his weight sinks into it. When he tries to pull the duvet off my head, I fight back to keep it on.
"You can't hide in here forever."
"Watch me."
I'm going to rot in this room. It would be better than facing any of my ties back in Danvarr. I am mortified by how gullible I was. I am ashamed that my quest for revenge was never mine to begin with, but a small part of a major scheme. How did I never suspect Liam? How did he trick me for so long? I thought I was in control of the plan. I thought I was the star player in the game only to find out I was a pawn the whole time.