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Chapter Sixty: Opaque
Lyanna Stuart
I recklessly walked right into the fairies' trap. As soon as I caught a glimpse of Clarisse's shadows, I just couldn't help it. My feet just started moving- running on their own. Call it instinct or whatever but I knew I had to save Clarisse and the sight of her broke my heart.
I didn't even look back at Tate and everyone else. My eyes were fixated on my little sister seeing her tied down forcibly and absorbing that huge mass of blue flame that engulfed her tiny frail body.
It broke my heart because I was the reason behind all this.
I ran away from this realm with no regard that they could come after those closest to me. I thought if I stayed away from her, she'd be safe.
I was so wrong.
And now, I am stuck here. I realized it too late and as I looked back to call Tate and the others, the door that I went through,
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