Chapter 42 PAIN AND PENANCE

The Cold, merciless silver swings lazily from Vaela’s fingers as she steps closer to me, that wicked smile of hers curling her lips again like she’s savoring a private joke.

She jiggles it again and the sharp clink of metal is jarring and rings too loudly in the quiet graveyard.

My stomach drops.

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