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Warning: This chapter depicts notes of self-harm. . . . **** The moment Elise heard those words of doubt come from Rygan, she stood up and slapped him right across the face. “How dare you accuse me, Rygan?” She whispered out in disbelief. Her heart was breaking with each word. “I'm not, and I never will, but Alvira had testified to the Elders that after she talked to you, when she saw you talking with Kyren, another female servant said the same thing.” Elise couldn’t believe it was Rygan who was saying this; he didn’t believe her. "She is lying!…Rygan…” She felt like she couldn’t breathe—no, she couldn’t at all. Rygan noticed it with wide eyes as he came forward, and she felt Rygan’s hands wrap around her shoulder. “You’re having a panic attack; I need you to breathe for me." Sh
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