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eline
swallowed by the thick, suffoc
f my nightgown clinging to my
lew to my
l
y, unnervi
breath hitched, a ragged, painful sound in the silence
handmaiden, entered carrying a steaming bow
ung face etched with worry. "
ss brew meant to soothe a body ravaged by silver poisoning. It couldn't b
ering against the silver tray. My voice was
rlisle,my
, a subtle, telling movement. "The
s home. He had been home for hours, I wa
old of the marble floor shot up through the soles of my feet. I
stared down at me from the walls, their painted eyes cold and judging. Each st
with his voice. Calm. Controlled. Utterly devoid of the grief that
the cold, ornate doorframe
nd precise as a surgeon's scalpel. "Registering him under Evangeline's name is th
rd a sound like glass shattering, and it took me a mo
laced with a rare uncertainty.
r argument. "Which is why she needs a 'son' all the more. It
, I saw them. Standing in the shadow
his cousin, hi
boy with hair the color o
eliberate smile spread across her perfect face. It was a
e, and my husband was already replacing him. Handing hi
in that single, horrifying moment,
like inhaling fire. Then, with a strength I didn't
ging on its hinges m
, a flicker of surprise in their frozen depths, before hi
mpty of everything he had once known, yet filled with a terrifying, final resolve. The scent of
ching the child, her face a perfect mask of he
the boy, then back to the m
nervingly calm. Each word was
t Carl
hang in the air between us,
reject you, Bennet
nce finally cracked, shattering into a thousand pieces. For th
smile froze, her expression twi
ripped from its anchor, tore through me. But beneath the agony, f

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