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Hostile faces

Author: Nelly Writes
last update publish date: 2026-06-19 16:10:08

ARIA'S POV

"Step away from the door, Camilla," I said, my voice flat as I adjusted the collar of the simple tunic I’d been given.

"I can't do that, Lady Zaria," she said, spreading her arms wide to completely block the threshold. "Please, just go back to bed. You’re not supposed to be out of the medical suite yet."

"I am testing a theory," I told her, stepping closer until we were face-to-face. "Am I an actual guest here, or am I just a prisoner in a prettier room? Because if I’m a guest, I’m
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