Chapter Forty-One
Rowan woke slowly. For one blissful second, she was simply warm. Comfortable. Half asleep. Then yesterday came rushing back. Kael. The training grounds. "The moment you kissed me, I knew I could never choose Evelyn." Gods. Rowan immediately pulled her blanket over her face. Maybe if she stayed there long enough, reality would go away. Unfortunately, reality had other plans. "Rowan?" The voice was so quiet she almost missed it. Rowan lowered the blanket. Evelyn stood beside the bed. Looking terrified. Rowan blinked. "Evelyn?" The dark-haired woman immediately glanced toward the other side of the room. Lyra was sprawled across her bed. One arm hanging off the mattress. Mouth open. Snoring loud enough to rattle windows. Evelyn winced. "Is she always like that?" A par
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