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Chapter 43
Kayla's POV I was prisoner once again. Except that my prison was somewhat comfortable. I sighed in frustration, trying to swallow down the fear I felt for Azel being locked up. Hopefully, she wasn't tortured in there. I didn't know about the dungeons but I had heard about trials and executions. If Azel… No! I couldn't even bear the thought as I clutched the collar of my dress nervously. I forced myself to turn my back on the door, taking in the room I had grown used to the last few crazy weeks, I hated the silence. I hated how helpless I felt knowing Azel was locked up because she tried to help me. The fog in my mind had lifted and I recalled when she came to give me food and promised to help, I didn't expect her to do something so reckless. if I knew I would never have agreed to it.
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