Alaric placed me in a glass casket inside the underground vault beneath the estate. He forbade anyone from coming near, except for the fifth child.Of all five, he was the only one Odette had never gotten her hands on. He had never thrown a stone at me, never spoken a single cruel word. He had only just been born. He was untouched, unmarked by any of that woman's poison.Alaric poured every ounce of his guilt and regret into that child. He named him Laurent, declared him the sole heir of the Regent's household, and kept him at his side day and night, raising him on his own.He spent his days and nights in the vault. With the same carving knife he had once used to shape the wedding chalice, he sat carving rocking horses, one after another.Blood ran freely from the gashes in his palms, but he did not seem to notice. He just kept talking to the empty air, his voice unsteady and strange."Laurel, look. See the mane on this one? Do you think Laurent will like it when he's older? Don't
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