Chapter 13 I Want to Leave the Palace

Ivy’s POV

The phone slips from my hand, hitting the marble floor with a dull crack.

I can barely feel my fingers; they’re numb. Eliza’s words keep ringing in my head. Over and over again.

My mother is sick.

Too sick.

My breath catches, panic clawing at my chest. She was fine the last time I hea...

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