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Chapter 41: Terms of Surrender

作者: Terri Clare
last update 公開日: 2026-05-27 16:16:05

FENRIC'S POV

For the past few nights, I’d listened to Anwen pace endlessly inside her chambers. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Sometimes the footsteps would stop for a while, only for the sound of soft crying to seep through the adjoining wall instead.

Every single time, it pulled at something raw inside my chest. Because I knew exactly why she was crying.

I leaned back in the chair beside the fire, swirling the liquor lazily in my glass while the sound of her muffled sobs drifted faintly thro
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