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Chapter 91: Her Little Sanctuary

Author: Terri Clare
last update publish date: 2026-08-06 17:08:22

ANWEN'S POV

My frown only deepened the longer I stared at the enormous iron doors.

Brammon remained exactly where he was, standing proudly before them as though expecting me to be impressed.

I looked from him to the doors, then back to him again, trying to make sense of it all.

"You got me..." I began cautiously, forcing a smile, "...a door?"

Neither the corners of his mouth nor his brows so much as twitched.

He simply looked at me.

I tilted my head. "Is there something behind it?" I asked. "An
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