CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT - ROSALIE

We walk back through the gardens and a part of me wants to stay here. To linger. To get lost with just my thoughts, but Cain holds my hand and he’s not letting me pause for a second.

“It isn’t safe, Little Dove. Not while they’re still here.” He murmurs.

I know the ‘they’ they’re talking about is...

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