Seraphina let out a long, shuddering exhale, her head falling back against the jagged stone wall. "So what happens now? Do I sit in this cell until the cold finally takes me?"
"No," I replied, my voice steady and resolute. "You survive. You eat the food they bring you. You wrap yourself in that fur, and you stay alive. Because when Callum and I march into the eastern deadlands and butcher Marcus in the dirt, I want you to be here to see the coward's head put on a spike. I want you to witness the final end of the lie we were both forced to live."
Seraphina looked at me, a tiny, fractured spark of something resembling gratitude flickering in her dead eyes. She didn't say thank you. She didn't need to. We had mourned the girls we used to be, and we had buried them together on the floor of t
