Chapter 171 Plastic
- Ava
- When I finally straightened up from my bout of sickness, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I turned to face Chris with wide eyes. He was utterly frozen, his face a mask of abject horror.
- “I don’t understand,” he muttered, clutching the moonstone around his neck. “The moonstone is back. This shouldn’t be happening. The blight shouldn’t be spreading.”