Chapter 202 202.Mate

Lina

My mother smells like lavender and eucalyptus.

It’s the scent of my childhood—soft hands and sharpened claws.

I bury my face into her shoulder and breathe her in like I can memorize it, like I can carry it with me into whatever waits beyond our borders.

“I’ll be back soon,” I tell her.

My voic...

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