Chapter 277

AURELIA’S POV

I woke to warmth.

Not the warmth of the sun, or the strange, perfect house I had been caged in. This was familiar—the weight of my own blanket, the faint scent of cedar from the wooden walls of my room. My lashes fluttered, heavy, and when I opened my eyes, the sight froze me.

My famil...

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