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Chapter 145

"Krystoff..."

He moved closer to the bed.

Dasha squinted against the harsh glaring light, but he still looked like nothing more than a shadow, frustratingly insubstantial. She knew it was him, though. She knew his shape, his scent, his touch...

She'd poisoned him. More than once. She hadn't regretted it at the time, but she regretted it now. She worshipped him. She shouldn't have manipulated his love.

Soon she would be with him again, and she would have to explain her actions and hope he could forgive her.

Dasha had poisoned her first victim when she was five years old.

Miss Anya.

She'd hated her nursemaid. The woman was sour, dour, and no fun at all. She insisted Dasha wear dresses and always have her hair brushed. She was never allowed out if the weather was bad, and she was always made to complete her studies. If she didn't learn her letters, then she would get a sharp smack across the knuckles.

Dasha had overheard her mot
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