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Chapter 30 – The Court of Wolves

Author: J L FLETCHER
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-02 03:23:41

The fever had left me weak but alive. By the time it broke, I felt like I’d crawled through fire and come out scorched. Betsy and Agatha fussed over me, preparing a steaming bath in the corner of the chamber.

I sank into the water, letting the heat work through the stiffness in my limbs. For the first time since the battlefield, the stink of blood and sickness washed from me. I emerged trembling but cleaner, a towel wrapped tight around me.

On the bed lay something unfamiliar. Pants. A cropped top. Roughly stitched but functional.

Betsy smiled shyly. “We made them from gowns. Thought you might like them better.”

I pulled them on. The pants fit snugly, freeing my legs. The top was another matter—cut high enough to bare my midriff, brushing just beneath the swell of my breasts. My face heated. Too skimpy, too bold. And yet… I looked into the polished bronze mirror and couldn’t deny the truth. It suited me more than silks ever had.

“It’s indecent,” Agatha muttered.

Betsy grinned. “It’s p
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