They wouldn’t let her have it. She didn’t know if it was days or weeks that they kept her here, only letting her up to wash and occasionally eat thin soup. But there was always smoke, always chanting, and the elders constantly telling her that she was tainted, that she was evil, and they had to cleanse her. The smoke made her coughing worse, and the wound on her hand refused to heal.
When she closed her eyes and surrendered to the darkness, she remembered Chadstone’s eyes, and his hands on her skin, and the way he whispered her name.
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