Chapter 38: Lamb to the Slaughter (Part II)

Elora's POV

Silas ignored my mockery entirely.

He leaned forward slowly, his hands gripping the armrests on either side of my chair, trapping me in an oppressively narrow space. That face of his—too beautiful to belong to anything living—drew closer, inch by inch. The cold scent of ancient parchme...

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