Chapter 90

Pa didn’t look away. His gaze held hers like iron, a man who’d stared down war and loss and wasn’t afraid to stare down her ghosts too.

“I’ve heard of him,” Pa said finally. “Dmitri. And of what his wraiths can do. Always wondered what kind of bastard makes a girl into something like you.” He leaned in just enough, his voice low, deliberate. “Tell me how. Tell me what you went through. Tell me wha