Chastity and Vanity at the beach with the boy I’d noticed earlier. He looked quite a bit older than them, in his teens, his blue eyes ice white, his dark hair at odds with his sister’s bright colored heads. “Who’s that?” I asked curiously, that same feeling of déjà vu overcoming me as I stared hard at the boy’s face. He really did look familiar. My mind could’ve been playing tricks on me, but I was fairly certain I’d known him. Before. Before my life turned upside down. Before I moved in with demons. Before I was a shattered stained glass window. “Prudence,” Chastity hummed, shifting a little
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