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CHAPTER 42

: THEON’s POV

“I feel sick.”

I mumbled as I rested my cheek on the rough surface of my table, feeling my stomach turn around like a whirlpool. It has been growling too loud lately that I can’t even stay at the dining table for more than a minute.

Where did I get these? Was it from our food earlier?

“Come on, Theon,” Luna exclaimed after she entered my room with her furnished ponytail matching her new orange dress outlined with white maple leaves at the brim, ready for the festival, “Midnight is coming,”

“I’ll pass,” I mumbled with my weak, sour voice.

“But,” She pouted, “Everyone will go, except for Rhys though.”

Yeah, simply because she is injured; I don’t think she can go. Now that I am kind of sick, I don’t want to move a muscle with this twirling belly. The festival is a one-week celebration; I will visit right after I am fine.

“Go on now,” I uttered, sending her off on her journey, “Mid

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