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Alina was so tired of trying to be good.
Sick of playing the sweet, docile little Sankta, brought out on holidays to dazzle the people with her light and then spending every other moment as a pretty ornament on Nikolai’s arm.
Aleksander said nothing when she slipped down into the dungeons to visit his prison. He only smiled sharply, his eyes glittering darkly with a hunger that threatened to devour.
He always said it was inevitable that she would return to him once she realised how empty Nikolai’s promises were.
And he was right.