Her Men Of Ruin
And since she doesn’t know much about curses except that marks like Ziason’s mean a curse, she decides to read about wolf curses instead.
“Where can I find books; about wolves and curses, to be precise? Do you know any place?” she asks the pain, who cranes her head in Heaven’s direction.
“The library,” she murmurs grudgingly, then quickly shrugs out of Heaven’s hold.
“Wait. Where can I find the library, then?”
But the girl has already left the room. And the small breeze left by her dash turns to cold, harsh wind on Heaven’s skin.
Heaven lets out a breath she has been holding for long. Chills spread through her body as she hugs herself, her mind running several question about her moments of d
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