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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: LADY ELOWEN'S POV

Author: Moana Mark
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The night has been unkind to me. Sleep was lurking around me yet I couldn't just sleep. The fire in the hearth was quenched into just a glow, and yes, I remained in my chair, unwilling to move.

The rusted box that was beneath the floorboards was heavier than iron. It was as if my chest carried all the secrets in it. The warning that Gareth gave earlier replayed continuously in my mind: Remain quiet until we understand what this is about.

But how is that even possible? Why would I even do that?

How could I have looked at Alaric, sat with him, stood beside him and even spoken to him and not have seen any traces of truth in his eyes? How convenient will it be for me to pretend like nothing has changed, when everything has changed?

I bowed my head in confusion as I leaned forward and reached for a chair. Silence enveloped the chambers like a graveyard. There was no sound at all except for the faint pop of wood that was in the fire and the rustling sound of the trees.

I was deep in thought
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