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Fear moved like an elusive sickness through Adaria’s heart as they walked through the hallway. She walked behind Lord Cole, every now and then daring to look up at his broad shoulders. There was something about him that felt cold, as if he was completely detached from her and everyone else. He hadn’t said anything since he told her to follow him, and even when he passed several servants who greeted him, he said nothing.
He led them up the short flight of stairs which would lead them to the northern wing of the castle. Still, he said nothing as they ascended upwards. Adaria could sense that there was so much he wasn’t saying, and so much he was trying to hold back until they were alone.
Finally, they reached a dark oak door on the third floor, which was flanked by two ferocious loo
