Cedric’s grip on her waist falters. She’s emaciated. He’s stunned, trying to make sense of it.“Iris,” he starts, voice gone rough. “What in the goddess’s name did they—”“Cedric?”Icy wind sweeps through the room. Viola stands at the patio entrance to the study, pale and shivering. She’s in a short
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