Chapter 42 Author pov I waited in my room, watching the sunset in a wonderful range of red hues as I sat perched on the edge of my seat. My heart raced, not a mix of fear and guilt, but also anticipation of what had happened a few hours ago. Celene had been hurt. Mondrian would soon come looking for answers, and I was prepared to give him answers—crafted for this very purpose. My door swung open, and I straightened, as I allowed my expression to shift into one of worry. Just as expected, Mondrian entered the room, his face dark with anger, his eyes sharp as they landed on me. “Ella,” he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. I blinked up at him, all innocence. “Your Highness!” I greeted, my smile warm and welcoming. “Did everything go as planned?” The muscles in his jaw twitched, as I felt the weight of his glare. “What do you think you are doing? Playing with fire?” I tilt my head to the side my eyes wide to show my surprise, “Your Majesty, is something wrong? Have I o
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