Darcel:
The door closed behind the triplets with a heavy thud, their scent lingering like a bitter aftertaste.
My fists remained clenched, my crow's spirit clawing inside me, restless and seething. I had held back only because Frankie needed me to, but every fiber of my being demanded retribution for what they had done—or failed to do.
I took a deep breath and turned away from the door.
There was no use dwelling on them any longer.
Frankie needed me now, more than ever, and unlike them, I would be there for her.
When I stepped into her room, she was sitting upright in bed, her body frail but her gaze steady. I couldn't figure out why her other being, the darkness within her, had not healed her.
I couldn't figure out how, despite the bruises marring her skin and the bandages coveri
