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CIARAN POV
I’d finished an entire bottle of whiskey, but there was no relief. After storming around the castle trying to burn off my frustration, I returned to my office, destroying anything and everything I could get my hands on. The portrait of my father sneering down at me in distaste. Pathetic. His words echoing in my brain. Even though he no longer walked this earth, he tormented me.
I needed her. My body was empty, reckless, storming. Knowing where she was and not immediately creating a portal to grab her and bring her back here was taking every ounce of my strength. I cannot do that. She would resent me. I cannot have her resent me. Joining me has to be her idea. She has to
