shot to the iron door and guards posted
outside. No closets. No trapdoors.
He opened the armoire to find row after
row of clean clothes. None of the drawers
contained anything—and there were no hidden
compartments.
But he felt it. That otherworldly, terrible
presence. Could feel it all around him—
A small noise had him whirling.
Dorian looked at the bed then. At what he
had missed, left lying between obsidian
sheets, which nearly swallowed her frail,
small body.
The young woman. Her face was hollow,
vacant. Yet she stared at him. As if she’d
awoken.
A pretty, dark-haired girl. No older than
twenty. A near-twin to Kaltain.
Bile burned his throat. And as the girl sat
up farther, the sheets falling away to reveal a
lily
(lily)
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