Chapter 45

  Ophelia's POV:

  My breath hitched in my throat, coming out in shallow, jagged stabs as I stared into the void of his eyes. My gut churned with dread, twisting my insides into knots.

  "Rightfully… yours?" I questioned, my voice barely a thread of sound.

  "You," he answered instantly. "Do you thi...

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