Chapter 191

Evie exhaled, a slow, shaky breath that barely seemed to leave her lungs. Memories surged forward, unbidden and relentless—flashes of what she had witnessed and what she had endured since arriving at Pine Valley. The Crimson Ball. The attack. The deafening roar of an explosion. The thick, acrid scent of smoke and blood.

Her throat tightened. The sting behind her eyes came fast, unstoppable.

“First