Chapter 25

ELARA’S POV

I glanced between Marcelline and Ronan before nodding faintly, then slipped out of his tent. As I walked away, their voices erupted—Marcelline’s dripping with fury, resentment, and a hint of sorrow, while Ronan’s carried pure detachment.

“We need to talk!” Marcelline’s shout echoed fro...

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