CHAPTER 95 The Queen's Descendant

Agnes

“What does Evie have to do with all of this?” Maggie asked me. “Please, I need to know.”

I stopped walking.

Snow muffled everything—the wind, the forest, the sound of her boots dragging through the frost—but her voice still cut through it, trembling with a mother’s fear.

Slowly, I tu...

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