Chapter Ninety Eight

Rosie’s P.O.V

The scent of blood shouldn’t have paralyzed me the way it did.

Not after all the carnage I’d seen. Not after all the battles I’d fought.

But when it belonged to my son—my little boy who had once fit in the crook of my arm like he was made to be there—everything inside me went cold.

I s...

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