a watched him, the locket warm against her chest. The r

?" she asked, keepi

the grid. They won

ust you? After everything? After you testif

hate me. I can't blame you. But you need to listen. The Veiled On

now about the

tions. A woman in a white dress, her face is a blur. She whispers. She says

patient I 'killed'-Mr. Ca

sedated him. But when I checked on him later, he was different. Cold and smiling. He said, 'Tell Aria I'm wait

ced. The Veiled On

by trees. The cabin was small and wooden,

ed blanket. Aria's old medical textbooks were on a shelf, their spines cracked from