Alpha Damien’s Regret.
“HELLO? IS ANYONE OUT THERE? OPEN THE DOOR!”
Silence. No footsteps. No maid.
That maid… she had only closed the door. She hadn’t locked it.
Or had she?
Panic rose up, thick and choking, just like the smoke now flooding the room. My dress caught on fire, the edges crackling like paper. I screamed, stumbled back, tried to beat it out, but the heat was unbearable. I was coughing, my throat burning.
Nobody was coming.
And then… everything went black.
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