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54. Knocking on Deaths Door

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Valencia Nightingale.

"Fuck," I exhaled through gritted teeth, my vision blurring for a long second as I wrapped my palm around the jagged edge of the long shard of glass jutting out from between my shoulder blades.

I counted from one to ten in my head, like I always did whenever I knew I didn't want to do something but had to get it over with. I would pick any number before I got to ten and do it.

And today, that lucky number was seven. With one swift tug, I pulled the glass out, feeling strands of my flesh rip apart with the force. Pain shot through me, hot and sharp as blood sprayed everywhere, splattering across Prince Caspian’s pale face.

His eyes widened, but I didn’t have time for his shock. I tossed the glass aside, the shard shattering against the rocky ground behind the huge boulder where we were hiding at the back of the church. I could feel the exhaustion creeping in, like a thief in the night. But I shoved it back. I could die later, when I completed my mission.

“Tear the
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