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At midnight, the night dew was heavy.
Anna Jadwin's long hair was spread across her pillow, her lips a deep red as if blood was seeping through the darkness, enchanting and mysterious.
Her skin was radiant and fair, like a sleeping princess, emanating an aura of nobility from deep within her bones.
She tossed and turned in her dreams, reliving the days of the Sullivans' glory.
The Camerons and the Sullivans were equally powerful and influential, both prestigious families. Ever since she could remember, her world had included Maxwell Cameron.
Enigmatic mist enveloped her dream, too dense to dissipate.
Anna, her bare feet pale like snow, walked down a cobblestone path. On the roadside, there was an array of flowers, with tall, thick, swaying branches of roses, spreading their fragrance in the night breeze.
[Felicia...]
A dangerous presence drew near her.
Before she could turn around, her body was thrust into a searing embrace, her heart pounding —
