I didn't know what to do with myself, which was the worst part. There should have been something—someone to fight or someone to chase—some outlet I could stab until the anger stopped burning beneath my skin. Instead, there was only Garret, who was dead, along with so many bodies.I stood near the edge of the ruined camp, watching two Seekers carry another covered body toward the growing line. I didn't know who was beneath the blanket, though someone surely did, and someone would eventually. As I stood there, my fingers tightened around the crumpled note in my hand.I will keep killing everyone you care about.I shoved it into my pocket. I couldn't look at it anymore."Nera?" Zin stood a few steps behind me. I hadn't heard her approach.
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