Chapter 217 The Aftermath

• Faye
• The sound of shattering glass bursts through my ears. The roar of the fire overwhelms my senses, heat licking my face. I can’t open my eyes against the smoke, and my voice is nothing but a strangled, choking gargle as I try to scream Emelda’s name.
• I’m grabbed from behind and dragged across the burning rug on the floor. Someone hauls me upright, throwing me over their shoulder like I’m nothing but a rag doll, a sack of potatoes.