Mabella's POV"She's here."Fred's voice came through the door quiet and I set down the cup of water I'd been holding for ten minutes without drinking and stood up.Alfredo was watching me from across the room."You don't have to do this tonight," he replied."Yes I do," I replied.He looked at me for a moment then nodded and moved to the door and held it open and I walked through it.---The room they'd put Phebian in was on the ground floor of the east wing, bare and functional, two guards outside, one lamp burning on the table. She was sitting when I walked in, back straight, hands folded, wearing the composure of a woman who had decided dignity was the only currency she had left.She looked up when I entered.Her eyes moved over me the way they always had, that quick automatic assessment, that landing place she always found.Then they moved to Alfredo standing behind me and something in her face recalculated."Mabella," she said."Don't," I replied.I crossed the room and stood in
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