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Laila’s POV “No!” A warning growl pierced the air as Ethan crushed me against his chest. “Laila is not your sacrificial lamb! That stone of yours is at least six feet tall and four feet wide, and you want to cover it with her blood? You dare to say you don’t want to disrespect her but you’re asking her to die so that whatever Quelle this is will be accessible to you? Are you crazy or have I misunderstood what respect means?” The Seer shifted uneasily as he avoided our gazes and despite the absurdity of his request, I couldn’t bring myself to be mad with the man. His emotions smelled so genuine that I knew he had to be telling the truth or at least what he believed to be the truth. The desperation, fear and remorse in his heart was more real than gold, but I
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