DARIENMy hands were covered in blood. Warm, sticky, and dark, it dripped steadily off the knuckles of my right hand, splashing onto the floorboards of the ruined nursery.I couldn't feel the pain from the deep slash across my forehead, nor the sharp throb in my broken left shoulder. The adrenaline that had driven me to tear Viktor Vane and his men apart with my bare hands was completely gone, leaving behind a cold, hollow emptiness that swallowed my chest whole.I stood frozen in the doorway, staring across the shattered room.The icy midnight air rushed through the broken floor-to-ceiling glass, sending the soft green curtains flying wildly through the air like screaming ghosts.Nilah stood right by the edge of the jagged opening.She wasn't moving. She wasn't shaking. She was standing completely upright, holding the tiny, white-blanketed bundle pressed flat against her chest."Nilah," I choked out. The word barely left my throat, torn to pieces by the heavy gasp that followed it.S
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