Chapter 23

  Avery's POV.

  I didn't wait for her to answer. I pushed past her, hips swaying as I made my way into the kitchen. The clatter of trays and the scent of early firewood filled the room, but my mind was elsewhere.

  Marla stood at the center, issuing orders.

  "Thalia," she called. I lifted my head ...

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