Chapter 93

I found her by the hedgerow, shoulder pressed to the old stone fence, jaw working like she was chewing on it. Not angry at Lev, no, I could see that...Her fists curled at her sides, knuckles white because she was mad at herself. That was worse. That was the kind of rage that ate people from the inside. I walked up slowly, not wanting to scare her, but close enough so she couldn’t pretend I wasn’t