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.

deranged than ever, screaming to be set

she roared, locking her spirit down with everything she

now, weakening herself just to

But Sigrid had forgotten she wasnt alone in the roomsomeone

very much to the body she

chilling sense of imminent danger made every hair on her body stand

ripped through her as she looked down in

her dress, painting it

naked, his skin covered in curses, strange tattoos marking his face,

J...

I didnt mean to...

I didnt mean to...

repeating in a

hadnt

for the

the bed, where the shackles had come

her

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