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Chapter 82
Fiona’s POV. “We have to get the witches on our side, it’s the only we can ever hope to win this war or hell, even survive another invasion,” Nino says firmly. I eye him warily, not daring to speak in the midst of the tension. I turn my eyes back to my plate and poke at the sausages with purses lips and a suddenly full stomach. How did this go from a peaceful breakfast to a tense conversation about wars and political movements? After falling asleep in the medbay with them yesterday, I woke up in my room, with the scent of Kane surrounding me, the sun was shining brightly through my windows and from the noise I’d heard outside it was obvious that it’d been dawn for while, it didn’t take me too long to find the triplets and though they were grumpy about having slept for so long they did s
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