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Sigrid pulled away from her possessive torment—they would talk later—but the waves of malice radiating from Morgana were impossible to ignore.

"Silas, let’s not forget we have an audience. How embarrassing," she said, turning toward Morgana with a crooked smile.

Morgana trembled for a moment, the memory of this woman’s agonizing attacks still fresh in her mind. Hope was slipping further and further away.

"Alright, let’s end this."

"Wait! Wait! I can offer you something in return! Just