Chapter 158: Puppet Strings

Belladonna's POV

Eleanor burst through the bedroom door like a raging storm, the thunderous slam making me flinch despite my ironclad nerves. Her eyes zeroed in on Dorian, sprawled on the bed like a half-dead wolf, his skin ghostly pale and slick with sweat in the chill of the room.

"Dorian! Oh, G...

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