Chapter 63 Of Fire, Flesh, And Fate (I)
- Zoey’s POV
- The air feels different this morning—crisp, almost cleansing—as I step outside for a walk. It’s been too long since I let myself do something so simple. My boots crunch against the dew-dampened earth, and the sound feels too loud in the quiet that hangs between my thoughts.
- Part of me wants to be upset. Another part of me blames myself.