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Hands. Someone screaming.

My own voice?

No.

Hers.

Then three men. Ezra. Rhett. Malakai only younger except they look exactly the fucking same.

And then…pain.

I rip my hand away and the house slams back around me.

I fall backward.

Malakai catches me. “What did you see?”

I stare at him. “You.”

His expression stills.

“All three of you.”

Ezra steps closer. “What else?”

“A woman running.”

Nobody speaks.

“She had my ribbon.”

Ezra looks away.

My pulse accelerates. “That was her.”

Malakai nods.

“The first Bride.” I stare at him. “She was alive.”

“Yes. I told you that already.”

“I saw you.”

Something flickers behind his eyes.

Pain—old enough that I can’t imagine carrying it.

Then the scratching begins again. Not beneath us this time. Outside.

I turn toward the window. Something red hangs from the porch railing.

Ribbon.

My ribbon. Except mine is still around my wrist. “What the fuck?”

Ezra sees it. “No.”

I stand. “Is that hers?”