Chapter 18

VASHTI'S POV

◈IN GRAVEMIRE◈

I stood before my mirror, my brows faintly drawn as unease lingered in my reflection, and I turned slightly toward Olivia. "Prepare me for a walk, Olivia," I said, my voice edged with tension. "I feel... unsettled."

She moved with quiet precision, adjusting the folds of m...

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