Chapter 475

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WHO HAS THE LAST LAUGH NARRATOR Sigrid was desperate.

There had to be a magical portal somewhere in these walls, the ceiling...

Damn it! she exploded, filled with rage and helplessness.

Silas was strong, but she was still afraid.

They never should have split up.

suddenly, in the middle of her despair, a sharp pain shot through her chest, too intense to ignore.

She clutched her sternum.

Goddess, what the hell was this now? Her mind was in chaos, her vision blurry as her hands frantically searched, feeling stone by stone, trying to find the magical opening.

She had to calm down.

She blamed it on her frantic state.

She was losing control.

inside her prison, more deranged than ever, screaming to

bitch! she roared, locking her spirit down

divide her power right now, weakening herself just to keep

But Sigrid had forgotten she wasnt alone in the roomsomeone

mattered very much to the body she was

and the flames devouring everything in their path, a sudden, chilling sense of imminent danger made every hair on her body stand on

looked down in disbelief

soaking her dress, painting it with a deep

in front of her naked, his skin covered in curses, strange tattoos marking

J...

I didnt mean to...

I didnt mean to...

kept repeating in

full well he hadnt done it of his

trap, set for the moment

bed, where the shackles had come undone on

and the moment she let her guard down, he had followed the command planted deep in

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