Chapter 61 61. OBSESSION IN VIOLET

SERAPHINA

“Who are you?” I smiled, cold and steady.

Those glassy, pale eyes—once dull with the pretense of blindness—were now sharp. Focused. Alive. And trained on me like a predator who’d grown bored of the chase.

Then he smiled.

Slow. Sinister. Tasting of secrets long buried.

“Well, well,” he...

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