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.

more deranged than ever, screaming to

bitch! she roared, locking her spirit down

right now,

she wasnt alone in the roomsomeone

very much to the body she was

in their path, a sudden, chilling

ripped through her as she looked down in disbelief the tip

soaking her dress, painting it

elemental trembling in front of her naked, his skin covered in curses, strange tattoos marking his face, thick black veins bulging around his panicked

J...

I didnt mean to...

I didnt mean to...

kept repeating in

full well he hadnt

the moment

bed, where the shackles

and the moment she let her guard down, he had followed the

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