Rebecca's POV Lady Kalali’s eyes flicked toward the healer’s tent, then back to me, her lips tightening further. “Still causing trouble wherever you go, I see,” She said, voice low, almost a hiss, though the weight behind it suggested more concern than annoyance. I stiffened, the words hitting like a spark on old tinder. “What is she doing here, Rhys?” I asked without looking away from her. “Why is she here?” Rhys winced—actually winced—like he’d been expecting that question since the moment Kalali appeared. “Becca, I—this isn’t—she’s not—” “Oh, spare me,” Lady Kalali muttered, folding her arms. “You look at me like I crawled out from under your bed.” My breath iced. “You have,” I said. “Literally.” Lady Kalali’s face twitched—just slightly—but enough. Rhys ran a hand over his face. “Becca, please—” “No,” I snapped, cutting him off. My voice shook with exhaustion and fury. “Someone explain why the woman who drugged me—kidnapped me—tied me up in a wagon like cargo, and planne
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