CHAPTER 16
AILA
It’s so cold, and dark. I tried to push past the darkness and gasped when I see a man standing next to me, a hood covering his face.
“Who are you?”
I shivered at the sound of my voice as it echoes. The cloaked figure offered me a hand but I refused, eyeing it wearily as I asked once again, “Who are you?”
The cloaked figure spread his hand and offered it once again but I refused, pushing myself up the floor and brushing crumbs of silver from my robes. What is this thing?
“Hmm. I see you refuse my aid once again,” The cloaked figure said in a deep baritone voice, amused. He waves his hand and, in an instant, the fog clears out, revealing high pillars of alabaster stone; two chairs and a crackling fire situated across the room, waiting to accommodate us.
I scowled.
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