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

crazy bitch! she roared, locking her spirit down with

to divide her power right now, weakening

But Sigrid had forgotten she wasnt alone in the roomsomeone else was

to the body she was

chilling sense of imminent

A searing pain ripped through her as she looked down in disbelief the tip

painting it

skin covered

J...

I didnt mean to...

I didnt mean to...

kept repeating in

well he hadnt

trap, set for the moment she would lie with

bed, where the shackles had come

somewhere, and the moment she let her

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