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CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

Myra's POV

Utter silence clung to the room the moment I spoke. My hammering heart seemed to be the only thing I could hear as the attention of the Council turned to me.

Their eyes bore into me, questioning, doubting, judging. I felt vulnerable, exposed, but I couldn't back down now. I felt Noah's reassuring grip on my hand, urging me to carry on.

Drawing in a shuddering breath, I began to narrate the horrors of the dungeons, the dark place where all of my nightmares seemed to have happened.

"He insulted me, called me names," I whispered, my voice trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind. "And then, he grabbed me by the neck. He tried to forcefully have his way with me, but I struggled. I couldn't breathe, couldn't—"

The words caught in my throat as the memories came rushing back in one despairing wave. "That man kept pressing down on my neck, and he left these bruises." I touched the bruises on my neck, where I could still almost feel Julian's hands on my skin. Even as I touched the
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