"You're going to get yourself killed, Zara."Denice's voice was quiet. Not dramatic. That was somehow worse.Zara had her head in her best friend's lap, staring up at the ceiling of the small cabin. It was sparse. It had a cot, a table, two chairs, a window that let in more cold than light. But it was clean. It was tucked far enough south of the pack grounds that nobody would think to look here. And it was safe, which was the only thing that mattered right now."The curse was going to do it eventually anyway," Zara said. "Or the shadow king. My life was never going to be quiet, Denice. I've made peace with that.""You haven't found a cure yet," Denice said softly, combing her fingers through Zara's hair. "That's not the same as giving up."Zara sat up, met her eyes, and slowly dragged one finger across her throat.Denice's hand froze mid-air."That is not funny." She swatted Zara's shoulder, harder than she intended."I'm not joking." Zara lay back down. "If I don't die, Kael does. A
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