As soon as they spotted me, the heroes' expressions twisted with a mix of shock and disbelief. The one who had spoken first Kalir, their leader stepped forward, his eyes narrowing.
"Alyndra?" he asked, his voice heavy with confusion. "How did you survive?"
The anger that had been simmering just beneath the surface since they'd betrayed me surged up in my chest.
I clenched my fists, biting back the scathing retort I wanted to hurl at them. The memory of that day, of their cold-hearted betrayal, still stung like an open wound. I had trusted them fought alongside them, and in the end, they had tossed me aside like I was nothing.
"I got lucky," I muttered through gritted teeth, my eyes blazing with anger. "Not that any of you care."