“Ophelia.” At the sound of his voice, the Shadow Voice shriveled up and disappeared. A sob caught in Ophelia’s throat as she spotted the blood now coating her knuckles. “The Shadow Voice…” she whispered. “It won’t stop unless I do what it says.” “Tell me who the Shadow Voice is,” Blackwell pressed gently. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. “Angel?” “I don’t know,” she finally answered, sniffing. “Sometimes, I think it’s me. All the bad parts of me. But the things it tells me to do… I know I would never want those things. I hate it.” “Hey,” he murmured, and she suddenly felt a warm
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