Chapter Thirty Two

Jole's POV (Cont.)

The walls felt too quiet. Too calm. My boots scuffed against the old stone floor as I took another step into the room, eyes locked on Lillian and Everett.

“You’re not prisoners,” I growled. “So tell me… what the hell is going on?”

Everett didn’t flinch. “It’s complicated, Jole....

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