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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|

The heated glare that was etched on my face felt like it was flaming up the fireplace even more. I was so convinced that the crackling and popping sounds it made now and then were thriving under my burning gaze. The more I peered at it, the harder it burned like the rage I had bottled up in me, threatening to shatter into a thousand pieces at the slightest poke.

It was the only source of light in the vast grey-themed Victorian room, illuminating it so dimly that my gaze could barely catch any other thing in the room—or it could be because I was far too immersed in my thoughts and wasn't in touch with my surroundings. I took a sip of my whiskey, throwing my head backwards on the chair I was slouched on, trying to control the whirlwind of emotions that ate me from the inside.

The door creaked open slowly, but I didn't move from where I was seated. I knew it was Ophelia. She was, after all, the only person I lived with.

Her floral scent filled up the room in no t
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