Every time Giselle closed her eyes, she got a glimpse of the life she once had. The life she could have had. The one taken from her without mercy.
Her parents snatched away, ceasing to exist like they were nothing. Her sister, survived but ended up in a place worse than death itself.
She was hurting. No, she was broken. Every part of her wanted to get even. And nothing was going to stand in her way.
She was hurting. No, she was broken.
Every part of her wanted to get even. And nothing was going to stand in her way. Not anymore.
Giselle was awake long before morning crept into Darkhowl. Somehow, time had gone even slowly than usual today. Pale light bled through narrow windows and stone corridors that never quite warmed no matter how bright the sun grew.
For her, sleep had come in f
