Chapter 60

Faye

I didn't move my hand off the blade.

"I'm not a runaway lot." I kept my voice flat, controlled. "I'm a juice box. Check the mark."

I tilted my head and pulled the collar of my dress aside to show the bite mark on my neck — Savienne's, still faintly bruised at the edges. "My keeper is Savienn...

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