Chapter 109 The Framed Thief

Mina's POV

The air in the servants’ quarters felt thin, I sat on the edge of my narrow, straw-filled cot, my heart beating so hard it felt like a drum in a hollow cave. My fingers were white where I gripped the edge of my apron.

I knew she was coming for me.

The way Solari had looked at me in t...

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