Chapter 48 The boy with the guitar

OPHELIA'S POV

The door creaked open, and my heart stopped.

But it wasn’t a monster. It was just the wind. The old house was settling. The storm was fading, making the old Crestthorn Manor creak.

And underneath it all, there was music.

I blinked, adjusting to the dark. My eyes landed on the bi...

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