Lena's eyes went to the blanket.
Her sister was a shaking mound. The fabric rustled with each tremor. Vess's breathing was audible—fast, ragged, choked. The outline of her body was curled so tight that the blanket barely covered her feet.
"I told you I would help you," Raven said. His voice was warm. Gentle. The voice of the man who had held her while she cried. The voice that had whispered 'do you want to rest' and laid her down on her own clothes and kissed her forehead. "I told you I would make you strong. I told you I would give you what your sister never gave you."
Lena's lip trembled. "Revenge? What? How? I don't— I don't understand. What are you doing with my sister? Why was she— why were you inside—"
