Chapter 12: What the Firelight Reveals

Her black hair was shining inky, luminous under the firelight like freshly spilt oil. But Henry's gaze wasn’t on her hair anymore.

It was in her eyes.

Violet.

He froze for a heartbeat too long.

His breath caught.

No. That couldn’t be.

He blinked, once, twice, as if the room might shift into some...

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