Chapter 80 CHAPTER EIGHTY: THE SEPARATION

SHARON’S POV

The car smelled like damp leather and iron, like fear.

My fear.

I held Daenerys so tightly that she whimpered and squirmed, her little hands fisting the fabric of my dress as the car bumped along the forest road. Roland sat across from us, his eyes gleaming even in the darkness. ...

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