Chapter 66 The prophecy of us

IRIS

I stare at his profile, jaw clenched. My mind reels. “Kill me?” I whisper, barely sure I heard. “Why?”

Darian doesn’t speak immediately. Horns honk behind us. The engine hums. I watch his face in the mirror, troubled, regretful, resolute.

I press my forehead against the cool glass of the win...

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