Chapter 97

The rescue came way faster than she’d expected.

One minute, she was licking the last crumbs off her pitiful excuse for a meal, the next—bam—total chaos outside. Loud voices, hurried footsteps, things crashing. She even heard Anya and Greta.

‘Lady Ophelia! Lady Ophelia! Lady Ophelia!’

Judging by the ...

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