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CHAPTER 43: Someone You Don’t Love
Shia’s face turned deadly white as she called the name of the Ancient Evil.
“Si-Sirion?...”
As if by cue, the sounds of the debutant waltz began, and Prince Danterion - no, Sirion de Luca, the arch nemesis of the gods of Teotroly and the love of Freya’s life – started to twirl her around on the dance floor. She called his name once more as she landed in his arms and moved her closer towards his left side, embracing her tightly.
“Sirion!”
“Who is Sirion?” the prince began to ask.
Shia peered at Danterion’s face, only to be greeted back by the sight of his worried-looking ocean-blue irises. She began to look back at her left wrist, and nothing was there; there were no tattoos, no swirling marks, and no burning sensation of any kind. Did she just imagine all of those things?
“I-It’s nothing...” Shia replied back, faking a smile in her lips. Her heart raced. What did that vision mean?
“Are you sure, Lady Shia? Are you sure you are
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