Chapter 32

Draven laughed, a horrifying laugh of victory. "Here it is, Luna. Feel your power being taken! Feel what it's like to be—"

To be empty. To be a tool. To be not herself. The words spun in Alena's mind, each syllable a fiery whip lashing at her soul. The dagger hovering in the air, at Draven's finger...

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