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Brave
“Have you lost your senses?” Adrian whispered, running a hand down his face, breathing deeply as he sat against his cell wall and Ophelia sat against her own. “Oh, come on, Adrian, how hard can it be?” She grumbled, rolling her eyes as she brought her knees to her chest before resting her chin on them. Rowan had been quick to dismiss her right after she demanded to be a part of the Rite of Arcane. He seemed angry when she had turned away from him and she could have sworn that she felt the house rumble underneath her feet as a result of Rowan’s rage. “It is a death warrant, O. Only the greatest Alphas have ever chosen to take the Rite of Arcane in hopes of getting out of a quick death. And fools. Like you.” Adrian snapped at her, “there is no way out of it, my lovely.” He said, softenin
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