Chapter 111

• Morvienne had stumbled out of the mansion and into the night air, the cold air hitting her face like a slap, but inside her chest a fire burned hotter than any winter wind. She pressed a hand to her throat, feeling the pulse jump under her fingertips as she made her way out of the pack, wanting to be far away from everything as much as she could.
• "It's not true," she whispered, voice cracking like dry wood as her breath came in short, ragged gasps. "It can't be. I'm not wrong. I'm... I'm the victim. I'm the one who lost everything. Me! My pain! I lost everything!" The words tore out of her throat, raw and jagged.
• Tears spilled over her cheeks, hot and relentless as she lurched forward, her bare feet sinking into the soft loam of the woods. The trees loomed tall, their branches stretching toward the sky, but she didn't see them. She saw only the faces of the people she had lost—her mother's smile, her father's laugh, her friends, the way her father's hand felt when he tucked her in.