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One hundred and ninety eight

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Edward:

I paced. Slow, loud, deliberate steps that echoed down the endless marbled corridor, every sound bouncing off the high-vaulted ceilings like a cruel reminder that something—no, someone—was slipping away from me on the other side of that damn door. The physician had emerged moments ago, his face a perfect portrait of polished helplessness.

“I can’t explain it, Your Highness. Her fever is dangerously high, but it’s not… it’s not normal. I’ve seen fevers. This isn’t one.”

That’s it? That’s all he had to offer after prodding and poking her for nearly an hour? I clenched my jaw, fingers curling into my palm like my body was trying to fold in on itself.

“Harvey,” I barked.

He stepped out from the shadows.

“Is there anything that can be done?” My voice had dropped, like I was asking the walls instead.

Harvey nodded slowly. “Call the Pack Witch. If this isn’t natural, she’ll know.”

I didn’t hesitate. I gave the order and didn’t wait to hear the reply.
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    Lianna: The Palace was too quiet. That kind of quiet that sat thick on the skin like humidity before a storm, smothering and heavy, as if the very walls were mourning. The corridors were dimly lit, the sun long gone, and I could hear the distant creak of wooden beams settling overhead, slow and reluctant, like the house itself didn’t want to exist in this version of our reality. Edward hadn’t said a word in hours. He lay curled on his side, one arm slung carelessly over the edge of the bed, his knuckles pale against the white linen. His lashes fluttered occasionally like he was trapped somewhere between sleep and waking. Sometimes he’d blink open his eyes and just stare blankly at the ceiling, unmoving, unblinking, lost in a place I couldn’t reach. I sat behind him, cross-legged, one hand tracing slow circles along his back. His shirt had ridden up, exposing the bare slope of his waist. The skin there was cool, soft beneath my fingertips, marred only by the faint scar

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