Chapter 45 Impostor
- I should not have said it too bluntly; I should have used different words. My vision blurred, but I still pushed forward. “I didn’t mean to,” I whispered. “I saw her entering the White Woods—”
- “The White Woods?!” Geneva smacked a hand on her own forehead. “Are you insane?!”
- “Almost,” Gregor replied and looked down at my left hand, a river of blood flowing out.