Chapter 138: Ambush at the Guillotine (Part One)

Elora's POV

Darian's breath — cold as a tomb, threaded through with the ghost of aged wine — grazed the hollow of my neck, and my body reacted before my mind could intervene. The shadows in the room seemed to churn with the turbulence of his mood, thickening and pressing inward as though the darkne...

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