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Chapter 108: The Darling Truth
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Scarlett’s steps were fast, controlled, but no matter how hard she willed herself forward she could feel him behind her. He was an absence and a presence, a ghost and a shadow lingering in her soul, a smoke in her lungs, thick and suffocating.

Feeling her hands quivering, she opened the heavy doors and stepped into the dimly lit corridor beyond. She could still feel the ghost of Mason’s touch lingering on her wrist, the way his voice had slithered into her mind to twist her thoughts so much she could not tell where her defiance began or his influence ended.

But she wouldn’t let him win.

Not this time.

She pushed ahead, willing her body to move, but before she could get to the next corridor, a voice — low, deep, inescapable — wound around her like a chain.

"Scarlett."

Her breath hitched.

She didn't turn around.

Not yet.

Not if she knew what she would see.

A predator in the dark.

And “You walk away; you think that means something?” Mason’s voice was soft, relaxed, as if he had all the t
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