Chapter 115
The door to the room swung open without a word; another slammed against the wall on the opposite end of the hall. Halle met Baldair’s eyes as he stood, candle in hand, so shocked that he didn’t notice the wax running over his fingers. Halle spun off the bed, darting for the window. “What is going on?” the Emperor called from the hall. She closed the shutter and shrunk against the wall behind the boards she’d placed earlier. Halle gripped her shirt over her racing heart, praying it did not give her location away. She tilted her head back against the wood of the building and listened to the wind for the first time in weeks. It sang such a beautiful hymn of joy that harmonized with her heaving breaths and silent tears. Her prince had returned. “Fyba , you ...” Baldair eloquently ended wha
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