Crimson Petals of the Impaler : Book 2

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…But Amy knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that it was more. It was the echo of a promise, a fierce, ancient vow that had, for a fleeting, terrifying instant, manifested itself in a storm of wind. The crimson petals, unseen and unfelt by her, had bloomed anew, a fierce, protective barrier against a world that sometimes harbored shadows too dark for even her resilient spirit to face alone. The warmth she had always felt was not just comfort; it was vigilance. And in that moment of terror, the vigilance had become an active, potent force.