Chapter 47 What You Cannot Deny

Elias

She was sitting up now, my cloak pulled tightly around her, fingers gripping the fabric as if it were armor rather than cloth.

Her gaze snapped to me the moment I entered.

Sharp. Wary. Afraid.

I slowed my steps instinctively, raising my hands slightly.

Easy.

You’re safe.

Her grip ...

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