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... e the bed, the wardrobe, the safety of her prison. But there was nothing but a swirling, impenetrable fog that seemed to swallow the world she knew.
It was as if the stone had acted as a bridge, dragging her soul to a place the rest of her body hadn’t caught up to yet.
The mark in her neck gave a sharp, agonizing tug. It wasn’t drawing from Lucian now; it was drawing from the door.
Compelled by a force that felt like a hook in her gut, Isabella reached out. Her hand tremb ...
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