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Chapter - 22
Fiona - POV The news brought some relief—Jasper’s grandmother could finally read the scroll. At least one of my lingering questions might soon have an answer. Yet, so many questions remained unanswered, and the uncertainty left me torn about how to proceed. The past week at Jasper’s spare estate had been an emotional whirlwind. The rogue attack, the losses we suffered, and the betrayal of trust still haunted me, even as I tried to lose myself in work. Flint and Theo were busy elsewhere, so Jasper had taken on the role of my bodyguard for the week. Though I appreciated his presence, the weight of my grief felt heavier at night when I could no longer distract myself with tasks. The raw, gnawing pain of it all would return, crawling up from the depths to remind me of everything I’d lost. S
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