Chapter 29 Chapter 29: The Returning Spark

Calistra’s POV

I sat on my small, lumpy bed and stared at my hands. The room was dark, save for the sliver of moonlight cutting through the tiny window. My mind was spinning faster than a whirlwind. Rafael’s words kept echoing in my head: “I didn't touch Beatrice. I wouldn't dirty my hands for an O...

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