Chapter 9 The Silver Threads

For a moment, I couldn’t move. The world had fractured: the sprawl of Chloe’s limbs, the dark pool of wine against white marble, the stark horror on Greyson’s face.

The scent of poison clung to the air, bitter, acrid, undeniable, cutting through the sweet perfumes and rich food.

Chloe’s body lay cr...

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