Chapter 15

ELORA'S POV

The room froze.

My words had landed like a storm.

For a while, no one moved. The soft clinking of cutlery altered mid-air. Breathes were held. Even the flickering candles on the table seem to dim.

Grandma Marvella choked lightly on her meal, dabbing her lips with a napkin in her tremblin...

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