Raina's point of view My heart thundered against my ribs, so loud I thought it might burst.Could it be… Dorian?Had he been the one shot?“No,” I whispered, shaking my head as panic clawed at me. “No, no… Dorian?” I called out, my voice trembling, desperate.The lights flicked on with a sharp snap.And there, God, no there was Barclay sprawled on the ground. His hands clutched his throat, blood gushing between his fingers, soaking his chest in crimson. His eyes bulged, wide with horror, choking on his own life.I froze, breath trapped in my lungs. Who had pulled the trigger? My eyes darted wildly, searching the shadows, waiting, begging for someone to step out.And then he appeared.A man in a spotless white suit, gleaming shoes, and a matching white hat. He walked slowly, each step echoing like doom itself.My mind screamed one question: Who in the world is this?Then he lifted his face.And I wished he hadn’t.Charred, mangled skin stretched across his features, burnt so badly i
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