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... the opposite bench, her arms crossed tight over her chest, the hood of her servant’s cloak pulled low. The shadows inside the carriage seemed to pool around her feet, swirling like oil in water.
She wasn’t looking at me. She was muttering.
He looked right at me, she whispered, her voice hitching. He didn’t care. He wants me gone. Just like you said.
"Ellia," I said softly, reaching out.
"Don’t touch me!" she snapped, shrinking back into the corner. Her eyes flashe ...
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