Charles’s smile widened, twisted and terrifying. It didn’t reach his eyes, which were completely empty.“You’re young and don’t know anything yet, I get it,” Charles said, like he’d just told a terrible joke. “Relax. Your time will come. You’ll figure it out on your own.”Tessa’s mind raced. None of this made sense. Was he even sober?“Cut the crap and the games. I’m not here to solve your pathetic little mystery,” she snapped, without hesitation.Charles ignored her insult. He stepped closer, and Tessa held her breath.“Your father told me to pass a message to you.”The world seemed to stop. Her father? Talking to Charles? Impossible. Her father hated Charles. He knew Charles was the one who put him in prison.“That’s not possible,” Tessa said, shaking her head. “He wouldn’t...”“You’ll see him soon enough,” Charles interrupted, his voice almost theatrical. “Be patient, little Tessa. I’ll free you from that monster’s grip.”The words, coming from Charles’s cold, calculating tone, sou
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