Chapter 36
───⋆˖☽ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒐𝒕 ☾˖⋆─── The cool night air whispered through my cloak, but it did nothing to cool the glare I fixed on Celia’s silhouette beside me. "Are you ready?" Her voice was too soft, a delicate thing in this rough, damp place. My only answer was a curt nod. I yanked the rough fabric of my hood down, squeezed my eyes shut, and waited. Her fingers fumbled with the makeshift eye cover. The fabric was surprisingly soft, a gentle brush against my skin that felt entirely wrong. My own hands found my bow, knuckles white, fighting the urge to twist the riser. I felt the soft pressure as she began to tie the knot at the back of my head. "One final knot," she murmured, her voice melodic. A step, a creak of wood. "Okay, finished." I heard her steps retreat, the wood groaning,
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