Chapter 20 The Voice That Wore Her Face

Darkness swallowed the observatory.

Fifita could no longer see the moonwell, the seven chairs, or the forbidden door. She could only feel Vans's hand wrapped around hers.

Then his fingers tightened.

“Don't move,” he whispered.

“I wasn't planning to.”

“Good. For once, we're in agreement.”

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