Chapter Fifty-Seven Arabella
CHAPTER
FIFTY-SEVEN
Arabella
Please, Sirocco,” I murmur as the horse speeds toward Eldiria, the pace otherworldly fast yet not swift enough for me. I can feel it deep in my soul—danger is looming. I can feel it creeping in, almost as though it’s moving along my skin, slowly suffocating me.
I breathe a sigh of relief when we reach the woods that separate Eldiria from the rest of the world. Sirocco charges straight ahead, and the trees part for us, daylight fading as we get closer to the palace.
The snow-covered building I now consider home comes into view, and I inhale shakily. “Please, Felix,” I whisper. “Please be safe.”
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