I've died enough times to know how resets work.
You die.
Time rewinds.
You wake up where your last death anchored you.
Simple. Cruel. Predictable.
But after Max died in my arms, I followed him into death...and woke up six years earlier.
Fifteen again.
Back in the day before the Empress' funeral.
This wasn't a normal reset.
This one is different.
And as the heavy doors creaked open and familiar faces stepped out, a whisper crawled up my spine, cold as winter:
'Here is the first stitch in your next mourning.'
*Please note: This story explores graphic violence and explicit sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Book cover image not mine.
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