All that was left behind was a sad, broken girl who was terrified.
“I love you, sister. I always will. But I hate what we've become so much more.”
Skuld’s whispered words were snatched away into the Chaos as Nanshe tumbled around lost in the chaotic storm.
No.
She’d lost her sister forever.
Nanshe tumbled back and forth toward Encantado, gripping to the tether of a man who had run away, hoping he would be there when she landed.
She also had to accept he may not be there.
“You are all I have left, King of History. Do not fail me now.”
Chapter Twenty-One
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CARLO MET HER IN THEChaos. Nanshe’s body floated in the miasma, her dress tangling around her legs. Delicate tears flowed down her face, staining her cheeks. He pushed harder to get to her as she flailed, but an invisible pull flung them together, even as he reached his hands out to reach her.
He was close, so close.
She slammed into him, and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, breathing her scent deep into his lungs.
“I've got you, mate. I'm right here.”
“Skuld,” Nanshe cried.
“Did she hurt you?”
“More than you will ever understand or know.”
“Let's get you home and then we can talk about it.”
Nanshe shook her head. “I can't go back to Ashes right now. We need to get to Encantado.”
