Chapter 19
Wren
The coals are burned now, glowing ash. I feel like ash: one breeze could blow me away, into nothingness.
She is so beautiful, a mass of jet hair and deep curves and dips. He is beautiful in a different way, with hard lines and sun-touched skin.
I am awake. Sleep will not find me this night.
There is only one thing between us, and it is neither tangible nor purely thought. It is a gaping crevice between them and me.
If the land could leave the Trinity…could sky leave, as well?
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