Chapter Thirty-Nine.
Evangeline. I was lying in a curled heap, my back toward the room with my forehead pressed against the wall, my hands gripped together over my chest with my eyes closed, listening to the sound of footsteps, the cries of seagulls that merged with the shouts of orders, the songs of the sea. It had gotten late, the sun having started its descent in the sky but was still a few hours away from dusk. There was movement in the room that startled me into a seated position, chest rapidly rising and falling, eyes wide with fear and images of blood, of battle and war that flickered in their diluted depths “Yer awake” Caleb stood in the center of the room, removing his hat from his head and tossing it onto the armchair that Blue had once occupied. It landed with a thud against the hard surface, boun
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