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Perhaps, Anna thinks, in some ways she’s still lucky. Her life is a cage, the bars melded from poverty and exile. Ripped from her roots and transplanted onto foreign soil and expected to be grateful for it.
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When she rises, the town has left. Ashes streak her bare skin, clotting in her hair. She stares at her hands, her body, dirty but whole, and feels her breath come faster. A cloak settles on her naked shoulders, a whisper in her ear. “Did I not tell you, Anna? Death will not come for you.”
Chills
“But for what?” she whispers, pulse drumming in her ears. “What have I been chosen for?” She pats the back of her hand. “To put some good back into the world.”
She blinks back the burning in her eyes. There’s a snake coiling around her lungs, constricting with every shaky breath. She knows what it is before she names it. “I’m afraid.”
Sobbing
“Not like this,” she whispers. She thought her tears had run dry, but she feels them slipping down her cheeks, dripping off her chin. “I didn’t think it could hurt like this.”
“You lie,” he spits, face flushed red and the veins in his neck throbbing. “She’s nothing but a—” Khiran’s hand finds Abel’s throat, knuckles white as he shoves him against the wall.
Khiran is the BEST
The names they call each other by might not be real, but she gets the sense that the tentative friendship they have is.
“You heal faster than the pain can last. It’s why you don’t bleed. Why you don’t burn. An outer shield.” His hand lowers, tapping her collar. “But a vulnerable center.”
Aw
He always believed she would wear immortality well, but he could never have predicted the way she would wield it—unraveling his defenses with nothing more than a few words and eyes that see far too much.
He’s smitten y’all
“Fear is for mortals,” she whispers. A reminder. A promise.
