Crown Of Cinders (Imdalind Series Book 7) - Plot & Excerpts
At least, that’s how I felt. And, with the way Ryland slumped against the wall next to me, he was a damp rag, too. Damp and hollow and empty, like the long hospital corridor we sat in. Like our souls. I might be mistaken, but I thought mine might have slithered away, off to find a land full of real sunshine. I told Ryland that, and he tried to smile, but mostly, he cried and slammed his head into the wall we sat against. “Don’t do that, Ry.” I moved to lean against him, but thankfully, I stopped myself from resting my head on his shoulder just in time. The familiarity of this position made that movement too easy. “Don’t do what?” he snapped, his anger working hard to mask the crippling pain of loss. “Cry? Yell? Run out and find the little brat who did this to us?” His voice rose with each word as he gestured with his hands toward the large wooden door at the end of the hospital, toward the room that used to be a broom closet and now held the three sheet-covered bodies of our family.
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