Chapter 62 62.Queen's transgressions

Hope

I pace the floor, my palms damp. My chest is tight, and every creak of the floorboards makes me jolt.

I hate this—waiting while Keith and Papa are out there meeting Camille.

I glance at the clock. The hands barely move. “Come on,” I mutter under my breath. My stomach twists.

This anxiety I fee...

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