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Chapter 467 The Line in the Ash

Author: Judith GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-02 13:45:35

Scarlett

I find her on the rooftop. Which annoys me, because this is my place. She doesn’t belong up here.

Her silhouette is framed by starlight and there’s no denying her allure.

She stands with her head tilted back, chestnut hair catching the wind like she’s waiting for the night to crown her.

She knows I’m here. She hasn’t turned yet, but she knows.

“I wondered how long it would take for you to come and look for a fight,” she says.

I don’t respond.

I step forward instead, the gravel crunching beneath my boots. Magic coils under my skin, bright and alert, ready to surge at the slightest wrong move. My hands are steady.

Not because I’m calm. Because I’m done pretending I need to be. She put a hook in my boyfriend, she’s lucky I’m not incinerating her where she stands.

Victoria turns to face me. Her eyes shine like polished glass. Cold. Pretty. Empty.

“I thought you’d be more subtle,” she says, offering me a cruel smile. “Something like a veil of fire, a theatrical monologue. But no.
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