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A plan takes shape
TABITHA It had been exactly two weeks since we encountered Willa and Alaric in the forest. Sorren had been avoiding me like a deathly plague. I knew that choosing to let Asher mark me would be a sore spot for him, he didn't believe that Asher's intentions were true. It didn't matter to me, well it did, I hated Sorren being angry with me, but there was nothing much I could do about it. I was laying in my bed when I heard a knock on the door. "Come in" I shouted and the door opened, my father walked into my bedroom holding a small vial. "Is it ready?" I asked excitedly. My father nodded his head and looked down at the vial in his hand. "It's ready Tabitha." He said very proud of himself. I quickly got up from my bed and walked across my floor so that I was standing directly in front of my
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