Chapter 127 One Hundred and Twenty Six

ELEANOR’S POV

The carriage rumbled to a slow halt before the grand palace of Bazil. Rita, Argus, and I — though they couldn’t see me — had finally arrived.

Eudora stepped down first, her slender figure bathed in the faint silver of the twilight. She gazed up at the looming castle, her chest risi...

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