Chapter 112 THE DREAMGLASS

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED-TWELVE

THE DREAMGLASS

VIOLET

Daemon’s eyes stayed on my face. “It's what you think it's.”

I narrowed my gaze and stared at the crystal in my hands. The crystal sat cool and solid in my open palm. Night air moved across the garden beds and brushed my exposed arms. I waited.

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