A Crown of Ashes
The mask hid his face, but his eyes—wide, crazy—shot to Sienna.
“Ask her,” he croaked, voice scraped raw. “She’s got it.”
Her gut sank. She held up the key, silver shining, smeared with her blood. “This? What’s it for?”
He laughed, a wet, gurgling mess—then bit down. Foam bubbled at his mouth, his body jerking once, twice, gone. Roman cursed, jumping back, but it was done. Poison. His choice.
The room spun, her legs gave. The key slipped, clanging on the floor, and she would’ve followed if Roman hadn’t grabbed her, his hands firm, warm against her shaking mess.
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