Olivia Ryann

His voice is low and smooth as silk. “You are quite a reactive little thing, aren’t you?”

doing any work.

No one that I can beg for help, but also no one to hide from, either.

I find a staircase

That is assuming that anyone would even look for me.

But the wool only keeps out the cool air; it can’t keep out

the thoughts that threaten to overwhelm me.

If I was capable of feeling such a thing, I would almost feel sorry for Kathrine.

Almost.

heartbeat sounds thunderous in my own ears.

Ka-thump.

My muscles are moving me forward, but my arms and legs protest with every step.

Ka-thump.

My mind races, trying

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