Chapter 43 Crimson rival

"Up, up, My Lady! The sun has been chasing the shadows for an hour already!"

Faye’s voice was like a bucket of cold water. Elara groaned, burying her face deeper into the plush pillows. The events of Northwood still felt like lead in her limbs.

"Faye, please," Elara muffled into the silk.

"No 'pl...

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