One tragic death, two haunted lovers…the dawn of an immortal dynasty
The Governor climbed out of his crystal casket and crashed to the floor. “What was in that stupid plum?
“Seven years of poison.” Victoria met his mahogany eyes as he silently mouthed the word seven. “It was an emergency.”
–Gotham on Pause by Anne Marie Andrus
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