Chapter 73 STILL HERE AND FIGHTING, MIRA

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE

VIOLET

My fingers trembled as I fastened the last button of the deep crimson gown Caspian had chosen for me.

The fabric was luxurious—soft velvet against my skin that should have felt comforting, but instead it clung like a second, possessive skin.

Every brush of it over my...

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