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Chapter 76
Dazed, I stared at the smoldering bed and scorched walls of my bedroom, which had now been transformed into a battleground.
I clutched Zhen, as he hugged my throat. He growled at Siobhanny, even though she was still hiding from sight.
Siobhanny was the essence of the House of Heights and every Wolve Winner who’d come before me. She wouldn’t kill one of the Wolve Winner line, right? Unless, I’d pissed off my ancestors enough with my modernization of their customs because let’s face it: their traditions sucked.
My uncle had often faced opposition when he’d modernized his company.
But then, he’d never risked burning.
I watched as my Charms warily prowled to their feet. Anthony dragged
Mischief to the corner of the room, since his burst of flight had exhausted him.
Moon held out his hand to me, helping me to my
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