Pierces her palms

Even with the brief relaxation of threats against her, Naomi wasn’t at peace. The auburn-haired girl tossed in her sleep more than ever. She vocalized soft cries for help, pleas for phantoms in her dreams to stay back. Her voice floated through the roof. She would wake gasping, face wet with tears. Once, her scream pierced the rooftop and stabbed Ryn so deep that her nails—the only thing sharper than her palms were hard—cut the skin until her immortal blood dripped.


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