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CHAPTER 41
I had seen more blood that night than I had wished to.
It stained my dress, Ben's blood. And now my hands were stained by my own blood. It became almost a normality to have it so close, and this scared me. I stared down at my hands and watched the red liquid drip onto floor like a leaky faucet.
"Come on." Aza helped me to my feet. "Let's get you cleaned up."
"No." Mama's voice was dry and emotionless. "I'll clean her up. You go check on Ben."
Aza looked at Mama without moving from my side. I wanted to say no to her suggestion because I didn't trust her. Or rather, I didn't trust the spirit guide that accompanied mama; Mama was acting as if the words that came out of her m
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