If. Doll (2)

A strange yearning flickered in Kaelan's eyes.

He had no intention of allowing her to hide in this void any longer.

Would he have to trample even more brutally the things she had tried so desperately to protect in order to draw her out?

Kaelan shouted toward the bedroom door.

“Mary. Bring that bitch here.”

Soon, the door opened, and Mary was dragged inside by trembling hands.

The bandage covering one eye was soaked through with dark-red blood, and her complexion was as pale as a corpse's.

The moment Mary was thrown to the floor, she curled up, gasping raggedly.

“Aria. Look. The friend you cherished is here.”

Kaelan seized Aria by the hair and forcibly raised her upper body...