Red-Handed

Xandra

I pick at breakfast, trying to quell the riot in my stomach. Next to me, Father darts his gaze at my plate. If I don’t manage to get something down, he’ll ask if I’m well again. He might even insist on coming with me to visit Miralyn, and though I’ve been very clear with her that I’m not tel...

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