Chapter 91 - Ninety One

Chapter 91: Chapter Ninety One

Delia turned, her arm still raised, her fingers locked in a death grip around the heavy porcelain figurine. She saw it was Eric. His face was a mask of shock and alarm. He gently but firmly took the figurine from her grasp and set it back down on the table with a soft click.

Delia’s wild gaze darted back to the door. Augusta was gone. A choked, frustrated sob escaped her lips. She turned on Eric, her eyes blazing with a grief-stricken fury.

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