CHAPTER FORTY-TWO- Threads of Fire.

~AVA’S POV~

The wind was harsher in the rogue territory.

Not just cold, but wild, unpredictable, like it carried voices from the dead and promises too dangerous to be whispered aloud.

I stood on the cliff’s edge that overlooked the canyon below, sweat clinging to my back, my fingers still tinglin...

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