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... o the settee, toppling it over with a heavy thud. I scrambled backward, gripping the shard of glass tightly in my hand, my chest rising and falling in ragged gasps.
Jules—no, whatever she was now—rose slowly from the wreckage, her movements fluid and eerily composed. The eerie smile remained, blood dripping down her arm from the gash I’d inflicted, but she barely seemed to notice. Her eyes tracked me like prey, a macabre glint in them.
"Good," she murmured, licking the blood off ...
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