Masks and Media Warfare

I felt a stab of betrayal as I watched Willow thoroughly immersed in animated conversation with Silas and Ronan. My so-called best friend had spent the last hour agreeing with my bonds about everything - from their decision to drug me to their insistence that I needed constant protection.

"All I'm saying," Willow continued, oblivious to my narrowed eyes, "is that sometimes the people who love us make hard choices to keep us safe."

"Unbelievable," I muttered. "Is anyone on my side?"

The three of them turned to look at me, and Willow's expression softened. "Hazel, I'm always on your side. That's why I'm here, remember?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, unconvinced. The weight of everything - my pregnancy, the global chaos, missing half my bond group - pressed down on me. I wished Lyra were here. She'd understand.