A VENGEFUL EX

The air in the Coventry was heavy, thick with judgment and the metallic scent of blood. I knelt on the cold stone floor, my wrists bound behind my back and my body sore from the guards dragging me here.

The flickering torches cast eerie shadows across the walls, making the already oppressive space feel smaller and suffocating.

Before me, Mother Olga stood tall, her expression unreadable but the cruel glint in her eyes betrayed her amusement.

Around her, the girls of the Coventry stood in a silent circle, their faces a mixture of curiosity, fear and indifference.

Karena stood at the front, arms crossed and her expression victorious like she had won some sort of battle.

"She's a witch, mother," Karena declared, her voice steady but laced with something darker than vengeance. "She's dangerous and a threat to all of us."

A murmur rippled through the crowd.

"She started the fire and used her powers on Karmen and me," Karena accused.