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Chapters (64)
  1. Contents
  2. Dedication
  3. Playlist
  4. Content & Trigger Warnings
  5. Glossary
  6. Map
  7. Prologue
  8. Hawthorne
  9. Laurel
  10. Laurel
  11. Nemesia
  12. Hawthorne
  13. Mazus
  14. Hawthorne
  15. Hawthorne
  16. Laurel
  17. Hawthorne
  18. Laurel
  19. Hawthorne
  20. Laurel
  21. Laurel
  22. Hawthorne
  23. Laurel
  24. Hawthorne
  25. Nemesia
  26. Laurel
  27. Laurel
  28. Hawthorne
  29. Hawthorne
  30. Laurel
  31. Laurel
  32. Hawthorne
  33. Laurel
  34. Laurel
  35. Nemesia
  36. Hawthorne
  37. Hawthorne
  38. Laurel
  39. Hawthorne
  40. Hawthorne
  41. Laurel
  42. Laurel
  43. Nemesia
  44. Laurel
  45. Laurel
  46. Hawthorne
  47. Nemesia
  48. Mazus
  49. Laurel
  50. Laurel
  51. Laurel
  52. Hawthorne
  53. Hawthorne
  54. Nemesia
  55. Nemesia
  56. Laurel
  57. Hawthorne
  58. Hawthorne
  59. Laurel
  60. Laurel
  61. Laurel
  62. Chapter
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. About the Author

“What are you doing?” I hiss, my heart rate skyrocketing.

“I’m going to our final destination. We need to hurry. Start climbing.” Eyeing the flimsy ladder skeptically, I pause before sighing and beginning my ascent, limbs shaking involuntarily. Genevieve climbs quickly, her short frame scaling the cliff fully before I’m even a quarter of the way up. Black curls peep over the edge at the top as she peers down at me. “Come on!” she yells. “You’re going to miss it!”

“Miss what?” I yell up at her.

“The view!” she cheers before disappearing from my line of sight. I move my legs and arms quicker, focused on not looking down. I’ve never been particularly fond of heights. Especially not while attached to a fraying piece of fabric turned into a makeshift support system. When I finally reach the top, I roll my body away from the edge, remaining prone on the ground as I wait for my racing heart to still. Genevieve nudges me gently with her shoe. “Just a few more minutes of walking and we’re there.”

Standing to follow her on shaky legs, the adrenaline still coursing through me, we walk a few more minutes along the edge of the cliff. I keep several feet of distance from the sheer drop on the other side. Noticing my breath quickening, I realize we’ve climbed even higher and now stand on the highest point of the shoreline for miles around. A few other couples sit spread out along the smooth rock. Genevieve finds us a private location before flopping down and patting next to her.

When we’re both seated, I survey the view. Cobalt sea wraps around most of the view, the ocean turning more green-gray with each minute of twilight that passes. The sun almost reaches the horizon, and a vibrant explosion of tangerine, peach, and blush ripples across the sky. The fluffy clouds that perpetually surround Velmara light from within with the color of apricots. The smallest sliver of moon appears in the sky directly above us, and Genevieve sighs next to me. Her sweet scent wraps around us, and I can’t help but let out my own contented sigh. Genevieve speaks softly, explaining the significance of the location.