Chapter 8 The cost of strength

/-Ayla-/

Adelaide turned slowly, her smirk never fading. But, a sharp glint flashed in her eyes, and I did not miss it.

From that look, I knew I was not welcome. Well, at least, not by her.

Then, she let a chuckle spill from her lips, “Oh, our guest is here. I guess you have fire, after all.”

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