Ravyn had no more dreams.
Maybe it was because her brother had stayed beside her all night, or maybe because the memory of her mother’s voice had finally been laid to rest in the corner of her heart that still ached for her. Either way, for the first time in what felt like forever, she woke up without a tight chest or the feeling of impending doom.
Rion was still there—sprawled half-sideways on top of the blankets, one arm flung over his face to block out the morning light. His dark hair was sticking out in every possible direction, and the soft snore leaving his mouth made her bite back a laugh.
She rolled onto her side, studying him quietly. Her twin. Her other half.
They’d been through hell together—running from Bloodpine, building new lives under new last names, always watching the
