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44. The Rupture of Order

Author: The Black Daisy
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-08-28 14:25:12

Dominic’s POV

She was staring at me.

Through the thick, heavy glaze of a fever that was rapidly cooking her from the inside out, Rosalie’s wide, terrified eyes remained fixed on my face. She was trembling so violently that the delicate silk of her emerald skirts clicked against the velvet of the couch, yet she didn’t dare shift her weight. She didn’t dare lean back. She was frozen in place, a pathetic, broken little bird waiting for its master to grant permission before she dared to seek comf
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