{"The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves."}
The cell door slammed shut behind us like the end of a trial, no verdict, just silence. We stepped into the night, and the salt-heavy wind slapped against my skin. For a heartbeat, I let the air clear my head. Cold. Clean. A sharp reminder that we were still standing.
Then Wave turned, and his fist crashed into my face. Crack.
Pain exploded across my cheekbone, my head snapping sideways. My boots scraped the gravel as I staggered back, nearly hitting the wall behind me. "What the—Wave!" I shouted, clutching my face.
