CHAPTER 206

GISELLE'S POV

The room spun, a sickening tilt of mahogany bookshelves and harsh light from Zarkhan’s desk lamp. Their voices—Zarkhan’s low growl, Hakkan’s clinical precision, Khuraan’s rough concern—blended into a buzzing drone in my ears. They were asking me things. So many things.

*Are you he...

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