Chapter 17 A Jet, a Dress, and the Devil’s Touch

A whirring sound breaks the the quiet of the morning, jarring me awake. My body jerks violently, heart hammering against my ribs. The vibration shakes the walls and floor of my room, as though the mansion itself is trembling.

I throw the covers aside, legs shaking as I scramble to the window, breath...

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