Chapter 236

Deepa's pilgrimage involved cleansing her karma. What if she'd meant to atone for her role in Gavriella's death? To fix things in her life before moving on and mend the bridge between Jezebels and Chariot perhaps?

Rafael was wrong. The bamah wasn't code for some amulet. It was exactly what it purported to be: a high place. Specifically, the Jewish cemetery, located up a hill. Very specifically, the one where Gavriella was buried.

Connection upon connection. My gut had never steered me wrong: Gavriella's grave was key to something. But what?

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The pain of my burns rushed in. My hands were slick on the wheel, the world fuzzy at the edges, and I barely made it to a local clinic where I was rushed to the Nightingale to be healed.

I was capable of the drive back, but it was a long way from the church to the Jewish cemetery, and I did my best not to brood. Or shiver, even with the heat cranked to high and my leather jacket on.