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Chapter 108

Penulis: Emel Emerald
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Leya – Early Morning

Seven was ringing in Leya's head when she woke up. Wrist ached more today, fresh as if the injury had reopened itself overnight. She raised herself slowly, wrapping the meager shawl tighter around her shoulders. The room began to chill, a thin window letting through the thinnest line possible of pale light.

Downstairs, the floorboards groaned with life. Blackwood House was stirring. But Leya didn't move. The tea on the side of her last night still remained on the nightstand, a thin sheen of cold over it.

She slept alone still for an unusually long time. And then there was the knock.

Three knuckles rapping against the wood. Thud. Thud. Thud.

The door creaked open by itself. Vivian burst in, stench and cold, rings glinting under the bleak morning light.

"Still sleeping?" Vivian's voice was sweet but toxic, silk with a knife beneath. Her eyes scanned Leya's rumpled hair, her pale face. "Already forgotten your duties?"

Leya tried to sit up, and her wrist throbb
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