Chapter Ninety One

Rosie’s P.O.V

The house still smelled like panic.

Even after the healer left, after Raven had been moved to a bed with silken sheets and covered in the softest blankets we could find, the air clung with that awful metallic taste—like fear and guilt and blood. I sat on the edge of the hallway bench j...

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