Grace and Fury (Grace and Fury #1)(81)

She’d done this to him, as surely as if she’d been the one to plunge the knife into his gut.

And Renzo… oh, Renzo.

She’d sentenced him to life as a fugitive.

She prayed he kept running.

Nomi curled forward toward her hands, the agony unbearable. In trying to save Serina, and herself, she’d destroyed them all.

The night stretched on and on, the ocean throwing them through the darkness with savage abandon. Nomi’s stomach revolted. Maris sang a lullaby under her breath, her voice hoarse from weeping.

Malachi’s chest rose and fell, slower and shallower with each passing moment.

And then, at last, as dawn bled up from the horizon, Mount Ruin slowly rose from the mist, blackened and ominous.

Nomi took a ragged breath.

Serina, I’m here.