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Chapter Twenty-five: Tristan or King Lucien?

EMILY'S POV

“Please don't do this, please. I didn't do anything to you please stop please.” I begged, tears flowing freely out of my eyes but she was completely deaf to my pleas, scooping up more sand and pouring into the hole, I struggled to my feet attempting to run to one or the ends of the whole and climb out but each time I tried, she rushed to me and hit my hand.

Eventually, I got too sore to even lift them. My legs are too weak to carry me. The sand was filling the hole and she was laughing maniacally at me. All I could do was cry.

I looked up at the moon's goodness and I prayed silently.

“Please Lucien help me. Lucien… Tristan.” Was the last name that left my mouth before the sand covered my head.

I was suffocating. I was sure I was going to die. I hoped Lucien would take care of the children and I still wanted to say something to Tristan.

I almost went cold when someone grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the sand.

I felt my body jerk out and fall into someone's arm
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thelancasters873
Oh and didn’t Lucien mark Emily?
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