Chapter 111

Aria's POV

The porridge was not burned, and I still felt sick.

I sat up in bed a few weeks after the ridge with my stomach rolling and my eyelids heavy as wet sand. Kael stood at the stove downstairs, and the smell drifted up anyway. Oats. Plain, innocent oats.

"It's the porridge," I said, when I re...

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