Groans send my spine rigid as I stare at the fog in disbelief, seeing the silhouettes of bodies rising. So many bodies… So many things reattaching and moving together as a few more groans and moans ring through the air… Emit moves past the third barrier like it’s no longer there, and he sprints to Violet the rest of the way. All the seals are gone. She bloody broke them. “She really was made for this. More so than I even realized,” Marta says so quietly that I know it’s intended for just her own ears, as she stares over at Emit scooping Violet from the ground, not even protesting as she just
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Goddamn BISH
