Dried blood on her hand made her skin itch.
She gripped Remiel's hand tighter and let him lead her down the long dark hallways. And when her bare feet could no longer carry her, when the skin on her heels and toes cracked and bled and the pain made her stop, he picked her up. He carried her.
Through hallway after hallway. He ran. Always running, never stopping. Her arms circled his neck, her head rested against his shoulder. The fabric from the dirty wrap around the lower half of his face tickled her cheek. Or maybe it was his blood, still flowing, that had dripped from his wound onto her face.
She was covered in his blood. Dried and fresh. And it mixed with her own. The pungent scent sharp in the darkness.
That smell was the only thing that reminded her that they were both still alive.
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The Coalition (Book 1)
अलौकिकWhat you don't know can kill you... It's just a pretty pendant. A harmless necklace. Everyone wears them, like a talisman. At least that's what sixteen year old Shai Eli has always believed. But why does her community enforce a law that keeps people...
