Remi POVRemi woke up with the kind of smile that made her cheeks hurt. She lay there for a minute in the lumpy little cot, staring at the cracked ceiling of the shack Gemma had given her. Nero’s scent was still all over her—earthy, smoky, that wild musk that clung to her skin like a secret. She hadn’t washed it off. Didn’t want to. Every time she moved, it hit her again and sent a warm flush through her chest. She pressed her nose to her shoulder and breathed it in, a stupid little giggle slipping out. God, she felt ridiculous. Happy. Like some lovesick kid instead of the girl who’d been fighting curses and chains and literal monsters.She rolled out of bed, pulled on her training clothes, and headed out into the misty morning. The air felt sharper today. Everything did.Gemma was already sipping something hot from a chipped mug. The old woman took one look at Remi and let out a loud cackle.“Well, look at you, girl. Glowing like you swallowed the damn moon"I'm not glowing," I s
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