Chapter 30

Demian — POV

The scent of frost clung to her skin like blood.

I could feel it the second I stepped into her chambers—what little they were. No fire. No food. No warmth. Just four stone walls, a broken girl, and the kind of silence that made bones ache.

And her.

On her knees, soaked to the ski...

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