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Exactly three hours later, Duke Dallas coughed back to life, patting his chest as he struggled to stabilize his breathing.
However, he was still as weak as a withered leaf.
His body was numb, unmoving. His muscles were dead, and his strength was gone.
What had Ember done to him?
He recalled Ember had reached out for a pen knife and stabbed him. What was in the contents of the knife?
He whipped his head around softly and weakly.
Ember was perched on his three-seater sofa in his breakfast room, chewing into the biscuit that had been originally for him.
She had a newspaper in her hand, giving it a careful read as she smiled amusingly at it.
To the Duke, she looked like a psychopath. A different person from the person the Duke knew.
She was different. She wasn't Ember Hall. She was possessed by another being.
"Who are you?"
The Duke asked weakly, gazing at her across the room, where she sat.
