Chapter Thirty-One
Sorin led Nadaria up a set of stairs to the next level of the massive house. The air up here was heavier, and thick with undisturbed dust. She rubbed her nose and glanced over at Sorin. This morning, his heart had seemed lighter than ever before, but now his face was drawn and pulled down by a deep frown. With some of her magic returned, she was healing quicker, and she’d removed the bandages on her arms before they came up here. She reached for his hand, but he grabbed her waist and spun her into him, stopping in the middle of the deserted hallway. “Never did I think I would go into this room again.” “You didn’t think you’d go in the garden, either. I think it’s good for you to face the past. You seemed so unburdened this morning.” “It’s not so much… that I cut her up in here, but wh
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