Chapter 30 TWENTY-FOUR HOURS

XAVIER'S POV

I stared at Avrielle, my chest heaving with a rhythm that felt jagged, like broken glass shifting in my lungs.

She looked like a porcelain doll someone had tried to shatter. Cobwebs clung to her hair, her skin was mapped with grime, and the blood staining her clothes was spreading too...

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