Chapter 25 -TWENTY FIVE-

Ingrid's Point Of View.

The heavy oak of our bedchamber was shut, but it couldn't block out the suffocating weight of what had just happened in the grand hall.

Victor. My wolf snarled inside me as I remembered the smug on his face. The way he had looked at us, the way he had smirked.

He had us th...

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