This chapter is dedicated to Jennifer Mckern. ❤️🩹💞 I honestly wish I can give a mass release of 10 chapters at once.
Sadly, I have exams for the next two weeks, and I am so sad that I can't show how grateful I am by flooding in chapters.
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The cell felt smaller than before as Aire paced around. She took three steps forward, turned, and took three steps back again.
Mud squelched beneath her bare feet.
The gown Lysander had given her still felt strange against her skin. It felt too clean, and too soft for her current home.
Aire turned sharply remebring his question about her hair.
She took an involuntary three steps, and then turned around yo take three more.
Her thoughts refused to settle. They kept circling back to the same thing, and the same conversation she had with Lysander, and the look on his face when she told him her hair was a curse.
A curse?
The memory surfaced so clearly she could almost hear him again.
