Chapter 63
- SARA’S POV
- I found myself behind the stables, pressed against the weathered wood where no one could see me fall apart. The tears wouldn't stop coming. They poured out of me like I was hemorrhaging, hot and endless and stupid. I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to stem the flow, but it was useless.
- From henceforth, you're dead to me, Saraphina Maychild.