Chapter 104 The Witch and the Gilded Coven

Meanwhile

[Omniscient P.O.V]

Selene's private chambers smelled of spilled jasmine oil and salt. She was a wreck of white lace and tangled auburn hair. Collapsed against the velvet chaise like a fallen bird. Chest heaving with jagged, wet sobs that filled the suffocating silence.

"He looked at h...

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