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"Wicker, but to his friends, Wick"

Words floated through me from a dream that wasn’t a dream, after all My reality shattered with those words, and I felt soether, keeping ht behindLeftbut the truth of irl last"

Chapter 8

Fainting was not soht would ever happen toup at the ceiling The expression "torlds colliding" never had , but I heard nothing Could see nothing but that moment in my dream--no, my memory--where the Sylph stole Bram’s wind and stopped his heart

Wicker had killed ave e, like the burn of the suh me, a thousand times hotter than when e of justice co home to roost "Where’s the Sylph?"

Granite looked overhis head "Why?"

"I’ to kill hirabbed at my arms, but I jerked away from them and ran to where the weapons were kept I yanked a spear down, it wasn’t mine, but it would do

"You can’t kill another Ender, Lark! It’s a death sentence!"

"I don’t care, let ers prying ripped my arms hard "What did you see, Lark? You looked at hihthe’d done so to you"

A screae and pain, grief and regret The drea inside me had broken open, to reveal that I wasn’t the kind, sweet planter girl I’d always thought What I knew instinctively was blood lust roared throughWicker

Punching and kicking, I jerkedfaces as I did all I could to free myself "I’ll kill him, I’ll kill hi acted out in front of me Ash hadin et one mad? Your father will send you away He’ll banish you!" Slap, slap, slap Which only enraged me further That crack inside me opened a littleainst his chest