Chapter Twenty Three

DNLL 23

Zuri's POV

I plopped back to the bed and opened the first pages of the book.

I could swear that Hart chose an interesting book with a lot of pages just to keep me entertained for however long the book could last.

I squinted my eyes and flipped to the first page of the book in my hands, and the enthusiasm I'd hoped to get was the polar opposite of how fast I fell asleep with the book in my hands.

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Next morning

I woke up to the scrunched pages of the book under my jaws. I'd slept on it, and its pages had become torn like how my face was when Donavon tore a sword through my father's neck.

I stood up from the bed and took a bath, changing into a neat gown, and before I grabbed the pail and the mop to clean, Donavon woke up for the day.

The ominous air and the tiny whispers from the maids got me on my nerves.

"Hey, have you heard it?" a maid whispered behind me, and I stepped closer, as close as I could, to listen in to what she had to say.

"I heard from one of the elders,