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Chapter 5

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-11-22 03:37:34

Mia PoV

The sound didn't stop. It kept rumbling through the castle like a heartbeat made of pure dread. My chest tightened even though I was so damn sure I didn't need to breathe anymore. Death had some perks, but panic attacks apparently weren't on the excluded list.

The girl in the yellow hat—Erina, according to the notification that just popped up on the screen, was still suspended in the air by Bree's telekinetic grip. She looked way too calm for someone being held hostage. Her smile was the kind that said she knew something we didn't, and I hated that smile with every fiber of my dead being.

"You should let me go," Erina said fakeishly sweet. "He's going to be very upset if you hurt me."

"Who?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

"The count." Her eyes glittered. "He doesn't like it when people touch his things."

Axel stumbled forward, still bleeding from where she'd stabbed him. The venom was doing a number on him. His face had gone pale and sweat beaded on his forehe
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  • The Art Of Dying    CHAPTER 17

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