The Knight's Claimed Bride
Her hands hovered between me and the parchment, fluttering uselessly, as if she didn’t know which to save first.
I tried to speak, but the words scraped raw against my throat. “Gideon… Maddie… he was there.” My voice shook, more breath than sound. “The night of the fire. He was there. It says—”
My hand shot out, trembling, pointing at the parchment.
Maddie’s hesitation broke—she seized it at once. Her eyes flew across the page, her lips moving as she read. Then she went still.
Her face drained of color.
“No,” Maddie whispered. She read it again, as if maybe she’d mis-seen. As if the words might shift into something harmless if she looked hard enough. But they didn’t. They stared back, mercil
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