Chapter 57 Shards That Still Bleed
- The grove was no longer silent.
- The young warrior’s scream had ripped through the night, drawing every head toward the trembling shadows at the edge of the firelight. He clawed at his face until Mirabelle and another guard pinned his arms, holding him down while Abby pressed her palm against his brow, murmuring low, urgent prayers.
- “Hold him!” Mirabelle snapped. “Don’t let him hurt himself.”