Chapter 39
Author: Drew Pen
last update2026-02-28 21:32:00

Thaddeus said no twice before he understood that Elspeth had not actually been asking.

The first time, he said it reasonably, with what he believed were reasonable grounds. Margot was in a protected location. Elspeth was still in the middle of a recovery that her medical team described as remarkable and fragile in the same breath. The trial preparation was consuming everyone involved and adding an emotionally unpredictable meeting between two women with every reason to find each other difficult
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