Chapter 292
- –Zade
- The silence after violence always hit the loudest.
- Smoke still lingered, clinging to my skin, my lungs, my goddamn soul. The stink of blood and gunpowder was a second skin now, crusted into my knuckles and dried along the ridges of my spine. My shirt was half torn, soaked through at the shoulder—someone else’s blood, maybe mine. Didn’t matter.