CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTYZOEYThe hallway felt longer than it should have. I walked slowly, the soft lamps along the walls flickering like they were tired too. My feet were cold against the smooth floor, but I didn’t turn back.I had just left Viktor and every part of me still itched from the things he’d said.“You’re still here. There’s always a choice. You’ll stay.”I hated how he spoke like he already knew me, like the story was written, and I was just acting it out.I turned the corner toward the wing where my room was, but something was different.The hallway didn’t stretch the same way. The end was darker, like the shadows had thickened and there, on the left, a door stood open that hadn’t been there before.It wasn’t huge and luxurious like the other doors in the mansion. There was no gold or carvings, just a plain, heavy door, cracked slightly open, like it had been waiting for me.I should’ve walked away but that thread inside me, the one that had sparked earlier, it tug
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