Chapter 74 Blood at the alter

"Denesmia, are you certain about this?" Mirelda's voice was tight, her breath catching.

"Whatever do you mean, 'certain'?" Denesmia's reply was cool, detached. She didn't look up from where she sat, a maid meticulously polishing her nails while another combed through her long hair.

"What is it thi...

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