Chapter Thirty-Eight
Natalie “Well, it’s time, girlie,” the old crone told me. I’d sat by the tank all day talking to Bertrand. I told him Kiera was alive and that I’d met her. I told him about my entire life, from being adopted by the Newsom’s to swimming, and my job. About Cass, and everything that had happened. My heart swelled thinking about him, and I slid my finger over the tattoo on my wrist. It was changed now. A dragon with a snowflake in the center of its chest. A small part of me expected Cass to kick down the door any second and come to save me, but I knew I’d made my choice. Take the deal and doom yourself. Bertrand seemed to listen intently to all of it. If I didn’t know better I thought he looked happy for a snake. “I wish you could’ve met him,” I whispered, feeling tears fill my eyes. “A
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