Chapter 58

SERAPHINA

I stood in the kitchen, my hands shaking as I stirred the pot of stew, the vial of white powder heavy in my pocket.

My heart was thudding so loud I was sure Freya could hear it from where she stood by the door, peeking out to make sure no one was coming. “Hurry up, big sister, no one’s coming,” Freya whispered, her voice low but urgent, her eyes flicking back to me.

“I’m going as fast as I can,” I hissed back, my fingers fumbling as I pulled the vial out. I ...