Chapter 117 Alethea

Alethea 

Like a deranged woman about to lose her mate, I rush out of the room, as my heart slams against my chest. 

I can feel the guards' eyes on me, with confusion-probably wondering if I've finally lost my mind. 

My mate is dying. Hanging on by a thread. 

And they expect me to be calm? 

Hell no. ...

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