Chapter 48

Damon

The hairpin burned a hole in the corner of my desk.

It sat in the open, harmless in appearance—silver, slender, shaped like a crescent moon—but it may as well have been a dagger.

It wasn’t just a trinket. It was Natalie’s. I remembered the curve of it in her hair the night she died. And now...

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