CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE.
Eliana stares at me, unblinking, arms folded across her chest as she reclines back in her seat. “It’s been five minutes, Olivia. Did the cat get your tongue, or is your brain really slow at processing information?”
I blink, trying to focus, but her words feel like they’re swimming through the crevice in my brain.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around what she just said; about factions, about King Sven abdicating his position, and how the mate bond between me and him will be used as proof to bring him down.
“I’m not saying anything,” I murmur, voice stiff and guarded. “Because I don’t know what you want to hear from me.”
Eliana looks away from me, biting into her lower lips as she hums a tune underneath her breath. I can tell there's still more she has to say.
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