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No Longer Your Friend

Emilia’s POV

He was mad.

Mad in every sense of the word.

That must have been what drove him to rip the painting apart—to rip me apart.

I shouldn't blame him for it. He was only a victim of his madness, but I couldn't help it. The image of him stabbing cruelly at my portrait with his sword was burne...