EMMA
“She has a half-form, just like me,” Lucas said, smiling at me with his eyes from across the dinner table. We were eating in Zane’s parlor just like old times—the four of us seated before the blazing hearth with a wealth of food on the table. In the past week, as I’d healed, I’d managed to put on enough weight that my cheeks were no longer hollow.





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