Chapter 18

'I shouldn't. I knew I shouldn't. But… ah, to burn Mr. Nightwood. How could I not?'

"Isn't your laugh as refreshing as your scents, Kristine?" He smiled, his hand over my elbow.

I smirked, leaning back. "Careful. I don't think that's enough of a reason to touch Mrs. Nightwood."

"Is that so?"...

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