💜💚 · Y/n story by @izabella1978

The Boiling Isles were quiet for once. The air hung thick with the smell of eucalyptus and old magic as dusk painted the sky in bruised purples.

Luz Noceda

So you're telling me you know who her parents are?

Hunter

shifts uncomfortably I mean… I know of them. It's not the same.

Wrenn

folds arms Then spill it. You've been dancing around this for an hour.

Amity Blight

voice tight My parents aren't some story for you to gossip about. You don't get to—

Wrenn

steps forward, eyes flashing Your parents built an army for Belos. That makes them everyone's business.

Amity's hands clenched. Hunter's jaw locked. The room shrank.

Hunter

Wrenn, maybe we should—

Amity Blight

turns on Hunter You stay out of this! You think you can just show up and paw through my family's history like it's some old diary?

Hunter

I wasn't pawing—

Wrenn

cuts in, cold Yell at him one more time, Blight. One. More. Time. I dare you.

The silence that followed was sharp as a blade.