25
Serin could taste the salt in the air, the perfume of the islands many flowers carried on the breeze. There was only one place with this scent. She was home…and against all her expectations, she was still alive.
True, it still felt like her insides had been scraped up with a cheese grater. But the pain wasn’t as intense as before. She opened her eyes to transparent white curtains blowing gently in the breeze.
Serin relaxed her hands, smoothing her palms over the sky-blue coverlet of her childhood bed. Relief that she could feel the sensation of the fabric beneath her fingers coursed through her.
“Do you feel better?”
Gia appeared next to her. Her sister’s calm expression was a comfort. Serin was out of danger.
She licked her dry lips before rasping out, “I hope you didn’t kill Doy
