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Chapter 059

Auteur: Avalyn Noir
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Kayla’s POV

The rain didn’t stop for hours. It made it rain as though the sky had wanted to clean the world with water, however, nothing could cleanse the smoke that was stuck in my mouth or the beating fear that was in my chest.

Damien huddled to the edge of the forest with me under a tree that had fallen down, our clothing wet and the bodies shivering. There was a distant burning of the ruins of the cabin, orange flickers on the never-ending black.

Helen was alive. And she was two steps ahead.

I clenched my arms around myself, my fingers digging into my soaked sleeves. Every time I blinked, I saw the flash of fire, heard the explosion, smelled the burning wood.

"She planned that," I whispered hoarsely. "She knew we’d be there."

Damien leaned his head back against the tree, his jaw tight. "She’s been watching us. Probably since we left the city."

A shiver tore through me. "Then she knows about Liam."

He looked at me, his eyes dark with exhaustion and something deeper, something like
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