CAROLINE'S POV
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The world turns slowly as I take in the scene in front of me. The door clicks shut behind me, and heat spreads across my back. "I'll find you after." His voice is soft, and slightly defeated. He wants to say more, I can tell. "After what?" I turn, the sun baking down on our heads. My neck cranes all the way back until my eyes lock on his, "Who are you fighting for here?" A beat of silence before Clarabelle claws at my insides, twisting and morphing, forcing herself into control, and with one last look at Lucian's steel hues, I cave, giving her what she wants.
Death.
Her anger is like a bolt of lightning in a bottle, and it's about to wreck this entire place once she's let out.
My bones crack and shift, and I'm pushed back, morphing into just an essence before Clara c
