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Chapter 10: Monsters at the Table

مؤلف: Terri Clare
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-04-04 06:06:58

ANWEN'S POV

I ate faster than I should have, barely tasting the food now, shoveling bite after bite in the hope that if I finished quickly enough, they’d send me back to the room and leave me alone.

I could feel Brammon’s stare on my back, but at least he understood the concept of space. Unlike Fenric, he didn’t crowd me, didn’t touch unless he had to.

Fenric was mercifully quiet for once. Maybe he’d finally found something else to occupy himself with. Maybe, just this once, I wasn’t the center
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