Chapter 157

Caitlyn’s POV

I don’t sleep.

Not really. I close my eyes sometimes. That’s it.

Sleep is where the soft stuff waits. Regret. Fear. Memories I’ve already buried once.

The others are out cold. Slumped against bags, cloaks pulled over their faces. A few snore. One’s drooling. Rael’s different. He’s sitt...

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