Chapter 63

Darius's gaze fell on his sister's flushed face, her eyes glossy from too much champagne. She wasn't just his sister; she was one of my tormentors.

He gripped her shoulders suddenly, making her sway. 'Apologize to Dorothy.'

"What?" Lyra's face contorted with disgust. "You must be joking."

"Apologize...

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