Perhaps she wanted The Heart so badly because she hadn't one of her own. Yes, that had to be it.
Nerissa woke up to a horrendous pounding in her head. She pushed herself upright. One minute she was in Candracar...she was dead. And now, she was...where was she exactly? She was in a bedroom--was it her own? She couldn't tell. There was a small ceiling fan, spinning in lazy circles. In the left corner of the room, not one dresser but two, both made of some dark wood were pushed neatly against a purple-painted wall. Next to both was a walk in closet (door slightly ajar). Pulled over the window,...
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