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Confronted by the Princess
Cindra’s POV The low hiss of the draft running through the infirmary lulled the tension from my shoulders, but it did nothing for my mind. Beyond the closed door, Helio was still unconscious. The pack healer hadn’t come out to tell me anything. I wondered if he would. I huffed, getting to my feet and starting to pace. I wanted to be at Helio’s side. Part of me hated the urge, and part of me was barely holding back from ripping the door open and demanding answers, but I understood that the healer needed space to work without me hovering around. Then, a force shoved me aside, midstride. I hit the floor, and the doors of the infirmary slammed open. “What happened?” Aiden shouted. Conley and Brenton came just behind him, storming past me, shouting and demanding answers. I pushed myself to
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