Chapter 10 The Witch and the Prince of Thorns

Moments later,

[Rina P.O.V]

The heavy mahogany doors of the Chamber of Aethelred swung shut with a boom that echoed through my very marrow. I didn't stumble. I stood rigid, my spine a rod of cold iron, even as the adrenaline drained from my system.

On my left wrist, the silver crescent sigil of...

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