It was after dinner time when Lavinia finally staggered home. She had woken up in a small building not far from the street she lived on, her head spinning with retrospective fear and the effects of two soul suckings in one day. But she was alive. She was alive. The dreaded Amaris had had her and Lavinia had survived. Now she just needed to make sure this whole 'letting you go' thing wasn't a trick. And it hadn't been.
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