Chapter 61

Beatrice’s POV

I tear through the trees, breath ragged, heart slamming against my ribs. The cold air bites my skin, but I don’t stop. I just need to get away from here, away from them.

Branches whip against my arms as I dodge and weave, but then, my boots slam onto wood. I blink, the porch, th...

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