CHAPTER FORTY-SIXIVY’S POVThe thick, black envelope on the central table seemed to radiate a cold, dangerous energy because I knew exactly who had left it there. My eyes locked onto the elegant, cursive ink used in writing my name in bold, and my survival instincts completely overrode my terror.I practically launched myself across the room, rushed towards the central table while trying to appear casual as my hip struck the table, my back pressing against the dark wood. I stretched my arms out, forming a wall with my body behind me, desperately trying to shield the envelope from view.The door clicked shut as Aiden stepped into the room. He looked like he had just ridden roughly toward the gates, his clothes were disheveled, and his breathing was rough. He took three steps toward me, his golden eyes narrowing."Princess," he murmured, his deep voice carrying a strange, vibrating intensity. "Your face is pale. You look like you just saw a ghost.""I'm fine," I lied, forcing my voice
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