Chapter 783 A Lock Of Gold

• Lexa
• The sun doesn’t rise on the Glade the morning after Chessie’s death. Clouds block the sunlight completely, and it pours.
• I take the heavy basket covered in towels from Lis’s hand as we hurry through the city, ducking under awnings to shield ourselves from the spray of the rain. It’s warm. It feels rich and wet, and everywhere we look, children race through puddles, singing and dancing in the face of thunder and lightning that splits the sky into pieces.