Chapter 91 CHAPTER NINETY ONE: A CALL FOR CELEBRATION OR MOURNING

SHARON’S POV

The moment my feet crossed the threshold of the palace, my heart shattered and stitched itself back together all at once.

“Daemon,” I breathed.

He was in Kelly’s arms, wriggling and babbling, his chubby fingers fisting the fabric of Kelly’s shirt like he’d been afraid the world m...

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