Chapter 8 The Missing Key and the Trapping Gaze

SYLVIE'S POV

"Pip, shut your mouth!" I squeaked in sheer panic, launching myself off Lucian's lap like lightning.

My reaction was wild and frantic, not unlike a cat whose tail had just been stepped on by a boot. Fortunately, the floorboards were no longer slick, and my soles found solid purchase a...

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