Chapter Twenty-Nine
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Limestone“Run, Jean, run. Feel what it is to be Nordic,” called Aurora, her voice in my ears and blood in my veins.
And I did. I ran like the wind, faster than I would have ever thought possible. I felt I might have run forever, outrun the night, the light, my past, everything. Aurora's blood flowed like magical rivers through my Eternal frame and I experienced the bliss of true power. If a slow death was the cost for consuming orca blood, then I considered it a small price to pay. Perhaps, I would have said differently if cooped up in Hvit without friend nor fancy, as Aurora had, but to be Grella and free to roam with feelings such as those that sped through my every fibre…well, it should've been a dream.
A second scenario swept through my mind as we shot acros
