Chapter Forty

Beside me, Wren is still. But I can see how hard his features are out of my peripheral vision, under the light of the moon.

It isn’t the taste of freedom that has taken my breath away. It isn’t the feeling of fresh air rippling through my lungs. We glance at each other, and a slow smile spreads across my lips, then across his. We are side by side and hand in hand. And despite all we have heard, all we have been taught…a crisp, cool breeze sweeps my hair and tickles my skin.

End of Book One

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If Eve Hamilton cannot contain the monster inside, she’ll lose everyone who is important to her…turn the page to start reading Unraveling Eleven by Jerri Chisholm.