Chapter 17
Cassandra's POV
I slowly crouched down, and under the urging gaze of the blood servant, with trembling fingers, I picked up that torn photograph stained with my blood from the pile of wreckage.
I clutched it tightly in my palm, pressing it against my chest.
"You don't need to touch me." I gri...
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