A vow in Ashes

lood unde

ow how it

pensive. The fabric clings to my skin like it was se

and. I'm in a ballroom. Golden chandeliers. Crystal glasses. People in suits

I see

Val

tal glass, the other tucked into his pocket. His suit is black, sharp

ybe he

know, he's walking towa

don'

t move

he says when

I've never heard it before, but s

sk, and my voice doe

Runs a thumb over my palm

u w

t I don't. Because something about him-som

ve alre