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I point a trembling finger at him.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Darling, I haven’t done anything yet.”

“Exactly. Keep it that way.”

He laughs.

A deep, rich sound that sends a shiver straight down my spine.

Then he reaches for me.

Or tries to.

His arm moves several inches before stopping abruptly.

His smile vanishes.

A sharp crack echoes through the laboratory.

He looks down.

His forearm is still marble.

So is his chest.

His legs.

The rest of his enormous body remains attached to the pedestal.

Only his restored face has softened into something resembling flesh.

He tries again.

The entire platform trembles.

But he cannot move.

His expression darkens.

“No.”

I take a cautious step closer.

“Morpheus?”

He turns those impossible eyes toward me.

For the first time, there’s no amusement in them.

Only fury.

“The curse.”

“What curse?”

His jaw tightens.