A Letter From Granny Margot
By now, Alina wasn’t sure how many hours she had been on the back of her horse, leaving towns and houses behind, with one destination in her mind. Home. Although whenever she thought of home, her mind drifted back to what she had left behind. Not necessarily the place, because Alina could care less about that twisted castle that felt like it haunted her with every step she took. But him. Julian. Her Julian she was never going to have, because she had screwed everything up, and there was definitely no love in his heart for her anymore. Her fate had been sealed that night, more than five years ago, when she had performed that dark ritual on him, without knowing how things would backfire on her. Granny Margot had been right when she had told her there was a big price she would have to pa
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