Calla's POV"Is it finally over, Mummy?"Adele's voice was small and tired. The question was barely more than a breath against my neck. I turned to look at her in my arms, at her pale face and dark eyes still ringed with shadows, and I pressed my lips to her forehead."Yes, baby," I said. "It's finally over."I turned then, looking for Blade. He stood half a step behind me, his eyes on the crowd, on the ruined walls, on the new day threading light through smoke. I caught his sleeve, and he looked down at me, his brow lifting."There's someone else I want to save," I said."Who?""Elowen. I want her out of that cell." I held his gaze, steady, unflinching. "I don't know what you think she did, what crime your father believed she committed. But she is a good woman. And frankly…" my voice caught, cracked, steadied again, "…she is the reason we survived. She told Adele what to do. She prepared her. Without that, Tyson would still be walking."Blade's jaw tightened. He exchanged a look with
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