Chapter 58 The Burn Mark

(Amani POV)

The world comes back in fragments.

A hiss of fire.

A drip of rain through broken concrete.

The taste of blood and smoke thick on my tongue.

My eyes sting open to dim orange light. The safehouse—what’s left of it—leans on itself like a dying thing. Half the wall’s gone, exposing twiste...

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