Chapter 15 Bedding Ceremony (2)

Sybil’s POV

Minutes crawled by, heavy and suffocating. Still no sign of Noelle. No Hunter.

I kept pacing the room like a trapped animal, my bare feet brushing the cold floor as my thoughts spiraled faster and faster.

Knock. Knock.

I froze.

One of the ladies hurried to the door, opening it...

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