Chapter 17 Charade in the Dining Room

SYLVIE'S POV

The inquisitor's question hung in the air like a bared blade poised to sever both our throats.

Julian Vance's pale gray gaze pierced through us, demanding an absolute answer that left no room for doubt.

The blood in my veins turned to a boiling froth of panic.

If Lucian gave his rea...

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