Chapter 115

But I couldn't help it. My fingers reached out to brush one of the canvases.

A woman with glowing green eyes and silver hair stared back. In her arms, a baby slept. Fangs glinted faintly behind her lips.

"Who is she?"

"Sylra Valen," Eva replied. "Matriarch of the witches. Born in fire, died ...

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