Chapter 93 The Pyromaniac's Oath

• I woke with the taste of ash in my mouth.
• It wasn’t real ash, not this time. No fire had touched the hotel room walls, no smoke curled in the corners. But the heaviness in my chest felt the same, as if something inside me had burned all night.
• Jaxon was still asleep beside me, one arm slung carelessly across the sheets, his breath steady and untroubled. I envied him for his calmness. Or maybe I didn’t. Maybe I hated it. How could he sleep so easily when my world was splintering into jagged pieces?