FayreHis cheeks turned red, but it was enough to have him drive me out of the house. We drove all the way to the state confinement, and I requested to see Mitchell.Normally, he wasn’t allowed visitors, but well, that’s for average people. Not me. I requested, and they led me to the room. The visiting room was smaller than I expected.It had one table, two chairs, and a guard by the door who had been given Matteo’s name and nothing else.Mitchell was brought in a few minutes later with his hands cuffed in front of him. He had lost weight for a man who had only been confined for two weeks. Finally, his beard had grown too.He never let his beard grow, but now he had no choice. He looked sickly. And weird, void of every spark, and his eyes were dull. He really doesn’t belong here.He walked in with his head bowed, then he lifted his head. When he saw me, his whole face changed, and for a moment, I thought he might smile.“Fayre.” He sat down too quickly. “You came.”“I did,” I said cas
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