Chapter 100

Yvaine's screams grew weaker. Octavia didn't let go. She kept slamming Yvaine's head against the cold wall.

Once. Twice. Three times.

The white wall bloomed crimson.

Yvaine, who'd been shrieking moments ago, was now barely conscious—too weak to make a sound.

Blood covered her delicate face. She...

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