Chapter 214

  Seryna sat upon her throne of living vines, but the laughter that left her was thin, too brittle to be real… It fractured in the air.

  "Nephew," she repeated, as though tasting the word. "Yes. Lucien is my nephew."

  Her smile shifted, colder now.

  "But blood…" she murmured, flicking her fingers...

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