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61. How Angry

Autor: Marugy
last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-06 23:55:23
Isabella POV

I didn't stop to think about whether this was wise. Wisdom had left me somewhere around the moment I'd read that maid's careless, honest answer about the uniform, and it hadn't found its way back since.

Corwin fell into step the moment I left my chambers, and I felt him hesitate at the base of the stairs, unsure whether his orders extended to physically stopping me from doing something reckless. He didn't try. I gave him credit for that, distantly, in whatever part of my mind was
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