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The Second Attack

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-07-02 23:14:44

ELARA'S POV:

Isabelle is eight years old and she adores me which is the first thing I noticed about her when she started coming to the house with her mother, Athena. She follows me everywhere. She sits beside me at dinner. She asks me questions about my books and my life and my thoughts. She wants to be just like her older cousin.

She is sweet, she is innocent and she trusts me completely.

That is exactly why I chose her.

Vladimir's voice echoes in my head. Start small. Plant doubts. Create
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Kier + Sable = Elara. what did they expect?? Her parents were liars, manipulative and toxic. Of course she must have inherited their cruelty
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