Jerusha is feared for a reason. Cold. Sharp. Unapologetically cruel to anyone who isn’t blood.
A walking storm with ice in her veins and thorns in her voice.
She doesn’t bend, she doesn’t trust, and she never—ever—feels anything she cannot control.
Until the day she meets Kashvi.
A warm, soft-spoken girl with a smile too gentle for the world… and eyes that make Jerusha feel something impossible—
recognition.
A pulse beneath the skin.
A whisper in the bones.
A feeling like she has known her far before this life.
But Jerusha also feels something else.
A grudge she cannot explain.
A hatred she never earned.
A pull she cannot break.
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