CHAPTER HUNDRED & SIXTY-FOUR

LUCIAN

I hadn’t stopped thinking about him.

Ezra.

The name circled my head like a loose thread I couldn’t pull free from. It didn’t help that I’d dreamt about him—one of those weird, fever-dream things where nothing made sense. Just flashes of pale feet on marble floors, a hallway full of locked ...

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