MARKED BY THE SILENCED WOLF
“Cassian, I am blind. The magic… it was my sight. I don’t know where we are going.”
Cassian stopped, pivoting his body to shield me as a section of the ceiling groaned and shed a layer of white dust. He grabbed my arm, his grip so tight it would have left bruises on a mortal woman.
“Look at me, Winnie,” he commanded. “Look at my eyes.”
I looked. There was no gold, no violet. Just the warm, honey-brown of a man who loved me.
“You are not blind,” he whispered, his breath hot against my face. “You are Winifred Godfrey. You grew up in these walls long before the shadows chose you. Use your memory. Use your heart. The magic was a gift, but the strength is you.”
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