At the multimillionaire’s wife’s funeral, a homeless girl pointed at the casket and screamed, “She’s not dead! I saw him lock her in!” The husband sneered, “Get this lunatic out of here.” But when the lock broke and the lid slid open, what lay inside made the entire crowd freeze in terror…

heat died down! But she got impatient! She moved Mirelle this morning!”

“Who?!” I roared, drawing Vance’s sidearm and pressing the cold steel between Rurik’s terrified eyes.

“Ysella!” he shrieked, squeezing his eyes shut. “Ysella Fontaine!”

The name hit me like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs. I staggered back, lowering the weapon.

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