As the two were lost in each other's embrace, a few yards away, hidden in the thick brush at the edge of the woods, a shadow moved.Victoria is crawling on her hands and knees, trying desperately to slip away into the trees while the two are distracted.Morgana, resting against Kieran’s shoulder, notices the movement.“Kieran... wait,” Morgana whispers, her voice flat and cold.Kieran pulls away, his eyes following her gaze to the rustling bushes.“There's a rat,” she says.Kieran helps her to her feet, keeping a protective hand resting on the small of her back.Morgana steps forward; she reaches down and picks up a dagger from the hand of a dead rogue lying not far away.Hearing footsteps approaching her, Victoria freezes.She slowly turns, her face pale, her eyes widening with terror, seeing Morgana approaching her holding a dagger.“M-Morgana…” Victoria stammers, holding her hands up, her voice trembling. “Please...! We grew up together! It was my father; he made me do it! Please,
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