Chapter 91 - A Dance With The Fakes

Trigger warning - Physical violence.

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Belladonna slipped into the room and ducked behind the nearest shelf.

Regret had never filled her heart so much but now, she could even taste the bitterness at the back of her throat.

The floor was cold against her butt, and even colder against the exposed part of it, the wood of the shelf she was hiding behind, digging lightly into her back that was mostly bare.

Now that she was thinking about it, the Bride Thief could see her, which means he was seeing her in this scantily dressed version of herself.

If she wasn't in a life threatening situation, she would have cared.

Her chest was raising and falling as she tried to catch her breath, then a thought of something being behind her, crossed her mind.

What if it was something worse.

Like a wild animal, a mad beast or something?

She looked forward, finally observing her surroundings for the first time.