Chapter 45

Iris

I’m staring down at my naked feet. Today is the day before my eighteenth birthday. One more sunrise and I will belong to the fae. Lucien said a blood moon was needed for the sacrifice, but perhaps I can be brought there before I’m given to his sister. Before my flesh will be eaten.

Footsteps clip-clop closer, and I snap my head up, heart hammering.

This is not Trenton, Sloane, or Lucien.

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