Chapter One Hundred and Forty Six - Arcadia

(Sienna’s POV)

The rain didn’t let up that night. It came down in sheets, washing the city until every streetlight blurred into a smear of gold and shadow. Arcadia never slept, but it felt half-dead, wounded, the way people get after a war they didn’t mean to start.

Sienna stood by the window, wat...

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