Chapter 19 True Warmth in the Wake of the Storm

SYLVIE'S POV...

The silver needle inside the brass compass trembled without cease.

Its tapered tip pointed rigidly upright through the timber ceiling, aiming dead-center at the floorboards of Room Number Four.

My heart seized violently in my chest.

The cunning smirk on Julian Vance's lips broade...

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