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Layla
Oh my gods, what the hell had happened?
After fleeing to the bathroom, I cleaned up, slipped into a green gown, and then dashed from the bedroom. All the while, I refused to let my mind go to the topic that was hovering over my head, pressing over my shoulders, filling every cell of my body.
Oh my gods, it couldn’t be.
I had told Varian I was going to make us breakfast, but I couldn’t. I needed space, I needed time, and I needed to be alone. So despite what had happened between us and despite knowing the ogres could come marching into my place at any moment, I went to my garden and busied myself with working on my herbs. Some had been destroyed yesterday when the ogres came, and I needed to fix it all.
But as much as I worked and got my body and my hands busy, my mind was an
