Chapter Sixteen

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JoJo Light slants from a tiny window and falls on me. It resembles a pointed finger, as if the daylight outside is joining the foxes to accuse me. Although, truthfully, it is not an accusation since everyone saw it happen. I actually did murder someone. Then again, I didn't do it. Gratsiya did. But how do you judge or sentence Gratsiya to death without judging me? How do I explain my innocence to the queen, "I didn't do it. Someone in my head did." I suspect the queen will pass the judgement herself. Or perhaps it might be the fox prince. Already, I can imagine prince Vaughn ordering the executor to swing his axe onto my neck in the guillotine. It's a sad fact that on my eighteenth birthday, rather than having a party thrown on my behalf, I'm enduring the torture of my life in a cage

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