CHAPTER 35: Whate The Vision Forbids
Rowenne's face froze in horror. She turned to Zyrelle, staring for a long moment, speechless. Her gaze drifted to Alaric-who, uncharacteristically, sat quiet and withdrawn. He ate slowly, mechanically, until his spoon slipped from his hand and clattered against the plate. The sound rang sharp in the air, drawing everyone's eyes to him. He gave a small, nervous grin, picked up the spoon, and pretended to continue eating. The others soon looked away and resumed their meal, but Rowenne didn't. She watched him closely. She could read him like a book-and what she r******w filled her with dread. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. And deep inside, a single, chilling thought echoed: It's happening faster than I feared. "Alaric," she said softly, "don't you like the food? You've barely touched
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