The room erupted.
Sentinels poured in like water through a breached dam. Nessa was first, her face a mask of manufactured horror. She snatched the sheet from Liam’s bed and threw it over me. The fabric was warm and smelled of him; I clutched it to my chest and continued to scream.
“What happened?” someone bellowed.
“Moon Mother, what did he do to her?”
“Get away from her!”
Hands seized me, pulling me toward the door. Over a Fian’s shoulder,
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