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Chapter 8

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he door flew off its hinges, crashin

d Cayla, her expression a careful blend of concern and sorrow, and the estate's

, pointing a trembling finger a

. "Aryanna Mcknight," he boomed, his voice filled with self-importance. "By the autho

ng Rowan from their view. I met th

According to Pack Law, Section Twelve, a noble has the right to carry out imme

y my calm citation of the law. "Mu

They did so while my younger brother, Julian, lay ill, depriving him of his caregiver. Their a

so dramatic. They were just teaching a lesson to that wo

a small, cold smi

a miracl

lf up, leaning on Faye for support. She was pale, weak, and s

as visible to ever

hat followed

of pure, unadulterated shock on her face. They stared at Rowan as if she were a ghost. They had all s

e?" Andrea stammered, the c

her wounds were gone, replaced by bruises that were alre

dn't know I possessed. "The Moon Goddess protects her own

e word "Goddess" had a powerful effect. It planted a seed of superstitious fear in their

Aryanna, we were just worried," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "Since Rowan is clearly... fine, this mu

e, to paint me as someone who cared m

rd, my gaze imperious. "I am treating my brother

e steward, his face a mixture of confusion and fear, bowed his head stiffly. "As y

m, pulling her away. I saw the look Cayla shot me over her shoul

broken, but for the fi

ulian's side. His fever was still dangerously high. I sent Faye

alizing a small, discreet IV kit and a bag of salin

eedle into Julian's small arm and taped it down. They had never s

I looked at my two servants. Their faces were fi

aid, my voice low. "You saw how

e alien tools and an impossible recovery-but it was swiftly overwhelmed by sheer, desperate gratitude. She pressed her forehead to the floor. "Mis

n terror and awe before she made her choice. "We are not afraid," she whispered. "We

ssing from the Goddess. It was a shield I could

said, my voice softening. "From now on, we are not just mis

ese were not tears of fear. They were t

rough the emotional

flush was gone from his cheeks. He was looking a

g him tight. With my brother safe and my two most loyal fo

ver. It was time

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