Chapter 8 · free to read
By full morning the campus was quietly wrong, and only a handful of people knew the cold had a name.
The bond that had saved her at dawn was becoming a weapon by daylight, and a target with it.
Command had never been hers. This morning she took it because someone had to, and no one else was standing.
The coldest root in all his creeping web did not point at Ha-eun. It pointed up, at a room full of sleeping ordinary children.
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