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Lilith considered this, nodding slowly. “I am not afraid,” she said. Vale grabbed her hand, as if trying to drag her back to her seat. “Lilith—” he grumbled. But despite her fractured Obitraen, Lilith’s tone was final, her stare not breaking from Raihn’s. “If it is what the House of Night needs,” she said, “then we will do it. That is it.”
Carissa Broadbent • The Ashes and the Star-Cursed King






