Chapter 31
⋆˖☽ 𝑨𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕 ☾˖⋆ My fingers found the fletching of an arrow by instinct. Before I could draw, a pair of small hands shot into the air, stark against the gloom. Every muscle in my body locked. "Please," a small voice pleaded, thin and reedy. "Don't shoot. Just… let me come closer." My hand fell from my bow, but it did not relax. "Fine." The word was a clipped shard of ice. Whatever this was, I could handle it. A figure staggered forward, their movements clumsy and uncoordinated in the dim light. Awkward. Just like… Celia. Her bright hazel eyes, wide with a calculated blend of fear and resolve, met mine. "I see you made it, Alanah." Hearing it was like swallowing embers; it burned the air from the inside out. "It was you." The realization wasn't a blow; it was a cold poison seeping in
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