Chapter 11
Adrian’s POV
I burst into the parlor like a madman.
“Cordelia—”
My words died in my throat.
A woman sat on the sofa.
She was cloaked in black, her hood obscuring most of her face.
But that chin, that pale skin, those familiar features—
It wasn’t Cordelia.
It was Isabella.
“Adrian.” She pull...
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1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
13. Chapter 13
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